Accountant of Tang Dynasty, starting to liquidate the family property.

Qin Fugui seemed to have given up on this family. He didn't go home for several days. He sent people to invite him and came back directly. He didn't care about the accounts or ask questions. He just hid outside and drank. The servants came back to report that the master had been there all day. They were all drunk and lifeless.

Sometimes Qin Song woke up in the middle of the night and saw that the study was still lit from a distance. He saw Mrs. Lu wiping her tears and fiddling with the ledgers inside. Qin Song felt very distressed.

If you think about it, when a man has a successful career and a happy love, and meets such an heir, living is really meaningless.

"Mom, it’s late at night, why don’t you go to bed?

Mrs. Lu quickly wiped her tears and forced a smile:"Song'er, why are you up?" Where is Xiaochan? No service?"

"Xiaochan is very nice. She is very busy during the day and cannot bear to disturb her at night. These days, she is very tired.

Lu smiled and said,"You brat, forget that you used to bully others." Grow up now. It does make people feel bad."

Qin Song walked to his mother's side, knelt down, looked at the account book that looked like a hill in front of him, and flipped through it:"Mom, how much business does our family have? How much money can you make in a year?"

"The ancestors of our Qin family have been doing business in Chang'an for six generations. At first, your ancestor was a salesman carrying a pole, which was passed down from generation to generation. When your father came to live, he added a lot of income. He probably had thirty or forty shops.

There are more than a thousand acres of land outside the city. There are also several warehouses and two docks on the Wei River. That's pretty much it. A year from now...who knows. Your father is good at making friends, doing good deeds every day, managing the government, and I don’t know how many more he has left."

Qin Song secretly smacked his lips. With these assets, let alone the Tang Dynasty, he would be a rich man in any dynasty.

Think about a person who is in charge of so many businesses. He is busy enough with dealing with favors, and he also has to settle the accounts himself. , Qin Song said,"Dad, it’s really not easy. Our family has so much money, no one cares about it?

Lu said with a smile:"They are all from the capital and know the basics. Furthermore, our family is distantly related to the Duke Yi Guo's family, so we can naturally rely on them."

Your father went to Yiguo's family every year to pay his respects, but he always asked them to come back. He always said that he wanted us to live in peace and help us if we had difficulties. Well, let's do the math. Over the years, we have owed so many favors to others. What can we repay them with?"

Yi Guo Gong Qin Qiong? He is indeed a good brother-level figure.

Mrs. Lu couldn't hold back her tears as she spoke:"Mom is from a woman's family. She follows your father's favors and manages a shop, but this way of keeping accounts is okay. , it is indeed difficult to understand.

One or two books can still make sense, no matter how many more, I still can’t understand that the big accountant in the family has passed away. When I think of the master doing the accounts here every day and night, my hair turns white. For my mother’s heart,……"

Qin Song took his mother's hand and wiped her tears:"Mom, don't cry. Leave this place to my child from now on. You and dad can just go down to the shop if you have nothing to do. My child will do the rest. My child was not sensible before. , let your parents worry about it, now let the child take care of you, okay?"

Qin Fugui has not been at home for a few days, and Mrs. Lu is so haggard that it makes people feel distressed. When she heard the child's words, Mrs. Lu's tears were like broken beads, and she couldn't stop them. He nodded and couldn't stop crying.

Xiaochan stood at the door wiping her tears, and persuaded her to go back to sleep with kind words. When she returned to the study, she saw the young master kneeling there, flipping through the account books, and walked forward gently and said:"Master, study hard when you get to the Imperial College, Master and Madam It's not easy."

He put down the account book and looked at the surrounding furnishings:"This kind of house cannot be used to settle accounts. Once the fire breaks out, everything will be gone. Let's leave it like this for now." After saying that, he turned over a piece. Ink, start drawing on paper

"Master, what is this? Very pretty"

"This is a shelf specially used to store account books. They should be placed in different categories. With so many ledgers at home, it is convenient to select and reconcile accounts."

"What about this one? Like a bar stool"

"Well, it’s just a chair, but it’s much more comfortable and soft, and the same goes for the table. Make a few more sets, and yes, you’ll also need to make a few beds."

After arriving in Datang for more than ten days, Qin Song is quite satisfied. At least he uses paper to wipe his butt, not the toilet chips used by servants. Thinking about hanging with wood chips makes him want to die.

Xiaochan looked at the young master under the lamp with her little face raised, and asked questions about this and that from time to time. She was very happy.

"what is this?"

"These are some accounting tools, rulers, tables. This is called a pencil, this is called a pen, and this is called an abacus."

"I haven’t seen Xiaochan before. Is she also settling accounts?"

"Yes, I am the only one who knows this algorithm. I will teach you from now on and you will also be able to calculate accounts, okay?

Xiaochan shook his head:"I am a servant, how can I manage the accounts?" I don’t even know how to count my own money.

Qin Song was stunned:"Do you still have money?" Aren’t they all copper coins?"

"Xiaochan has no parents, so she can't spend the reward money given by her wife, so when she saves five guan, she exchanges it for a small ingot to keep. Now, she has 20 of them. Master, wait, I'll show it to you."

Qin Song looked at her back and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It's really a rich family. One maid has one thousand taels of silver in her hand, which is a full thousand guan. During the Zhenguan period, five hundred coins bought enough rice to feed a family of four for half a year. Xiaochan She is also a very rich woman.

Holding her own small box, Xiao Chan opened it in front of Qin Song very conspicuously. Each of them was a shiny silver ingot. The workmanship was very exquisite. They were all brand new, five ounces each, placed in it. There was a lot of food in the box.

Xiaochan took out the handkerchiefs, wiped them carefully one by one, and gave a few to Qin Song, and wiped them together.

In the dark study room, Qin Song concentrated on drawing drawings, and Xiaochan concentrated on wiping the ingots. Both peaceful and reassuring

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