A ragged cub at the beginning

After being greeted by Zhu Ying and the others, Tang Xu took the new accountant Wen Fang around and introduced her to various places. Back in the office, she took out the accounts she had made, "From now on, you can call me the headmaster just like them. This is the previous account book. The numbers I recorded are different from those of ordinary people. You can compare it with this book."

Tang Xu used Arabic numerals to record accounts, and she was too lazy to rewrite them. She simply handed them to Wenfang and explained to her how she recorded the accounts and what the symbols represented.

Wenfang frowned, it was a little difficult at first. But she was a smart person, and she couldn't work as an accountant without being smart. In the middle, she gradually got used to it, and even felt that this kind of symbol looked clear at a glance and simpler.

After looking at the account book for a day, Wenfang frowned more and more, "Director, this has been losing money."

"It's not that bad," Tang Xu scratched his head, "After I made the lunch reservation, the money was returned."

"But for such a big garden, if we only have this much money in a year, when can we make back the money? The tuition is too low." Wenfang looked at the school, but the school uniforms and regular meals, plus the teachers' wages, not to mention that some children did not have any tuition at all. Although some teachers' wages were very low, they still could not make ends meet.

"Actually, I have other sources of income and I still have some extra money." Tang Xu was even a little proud.

"I deserve other income, but this school..." Wenfang paused. She was just an accountant who bought the house. It was too presumptuous to say on the first day that the master could not do business.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Tang Xu took out the account book of the portrait shop again, but she hadn't painted for a long time. Now she made money by painting fans with Qi Qing, or teaching, or taking customers to make lacquer fans, and the business was also good. Especially some young female customers, they especially liked to go there.

Wenfang looked as if she was a spendthrift. Tang Xu explained, "Don't worry, the tuition fees collected at the beginning of the school year are only a small part of the total. The wealthy ladies at that time loved my fans, and the money earned from those fans was the bulk of the money. It was enough to cover a year's expenses, and I recorded it in this account book."

After flipping through a few pages, Wenfang's eyes widened. What kind of fan is this? The cost is so low, but the selling price is so high. How could anyone buy it?

Leaving the man here to look after the account books, Tang Xu strolled over to see the children.

"Director, why are you hanging your hands?" Wang Ziming was the first to notice her.

Tang Xu suddenly had the idea of ​​playing a prank. She sighed and said, "Ah, it was a dark and windy night~"

"And then? And then?" The other children pricked up their ears and stopped playing with the toys at hand.

"Then I fell and broke my hand." Tang Xu shook her head and found that not only the children, but also the teachers had a look of confusion. She cleared her throat and said, "So, everyone, go home and go to bed when it gets dark. Don't run around, or you'll end up like me."

"Director, why did you run out so late at night?" Wang Ziming asked again.

How could Tang Xu know? She hadn't even started making up her story yet. "I, I have something to do. I'm very busy. I'll leave first."

The girls in Class 2 were more concerned about whether she was in pain, so Tang Xu made up a story.

It is said that during an outdoor activity that day, children from different classes quarreled because each of them heard a different story about the principal's injury. And they insisted on the version they heard, so...

Several class teachers blocked Tang Xu in the office. Tang Xu laughed dryly and said, "Well, I didn't expect that this could cause a quarrel."

Zhu Ying frowned, "How could the headmaster lie to the children?"

"Every lie is different."

"Fang Zijun almost got into a fight with someone."

"Tang Ting was almost about to take action."

"Several kids almost got into a fight."

The five head teachers were talking to each other. Tang Xu felt dizzy and hoped that a savior would come.

"What's wrong?" Du Yun came to Tang Xu for dinner and saw her sitting on a chair with her head down, looking pitiful. Several teachers surrounded her, seemingly blaming her for something.

These five class teachers were all selected by Tang Xu himself. They have gentle personalities and good tempers, and they usually speak slowly or calmly. It is rare to see this.

"It's time to eat." Tang Xu raised her head like a succulent that had been thirsty for a few days and was suddenly watered. But she didn't dare to move too much, after all, she had just experienced a concussion and was dizzy for several days.

Du Yun came over and supported her, "Slow down!"

"Okay, okay." Tang Xu was carefully protected and went to the cafeteria like an old Buddha. If she hadn't just been injured, everyone would have thought she was pregnant.

"Are you okay this morning? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Du Yun helped her sit down.

"I'm fine, it's okay. Please help me get the food~" Tang Xu smiled sweetly at him.

Du Yun picked out her favorite food, and the two of them had a warm meal. Seeing that she was in good spirits, he felt relieved after worrying for the whole morning. "Then I'll leave. I'll pick you up later."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Tang Xu hugged him. Du Yun accepted the hug with a smile and left contentedly.