Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

She propped up her head and looked out the window. It was a comfortable early summer day, neither too cold nor too hot, with a breeze and mild sunshine.

"I want to buy a new house with fewer people around and install floor heating. It's too cold in the winter."

The world was covered in ice and snow, and the wind was pervasive, freezing her to the bone. She endured the winter like a catastrophe. She couldn't stop the brazier because of the smoke, and she was afraid of suffocating. She opened the window for air, but she was afraid of freezing to death. Her legs were stiff, and she had a low-grade fever from time to time. She felt sluggish. Last winter, she must have been very uncomfortable.

But that was the property invested by his father, and the place where the father and son’s feelings were placed, so it was not easy to give it up.

So, after closing the booklet, Wangshu did not embarrass the silent man, and rummaged through the pile of loose papers that "even dogs wouldn't eat". It would be great if she could successfully make fermented bean curd!

"Those... and the children, have been living in peace since that incident. I arranged for Uncle Tang to install floor heating in several rooms of the house, using the men who built the walls. Those men will soon become the Third Young Master's assistants, and they won't dare to do anything to you. That escort is very skilled, so I'll take a closer look. After the paperwork is completed, he can accompany you when you go out alone."

Got promoted again.

If you ask for the best, you will get average. If you ask for the average, you will get below average. If you ask for the worst, you will get nothing.

Wangshu was satisfied. "Okay, from now on, let those women see me young and beautiful, with a thriving business, and you rising step by step, and protect me everywhere. They will be so angry that they will die! Haha!"

He really holds a grudge!

The atmosphere was just right, and she was in a good mood. Qin Xiuyuan was just about to open the booklet and ask her about other dates...

"If those kids keep pooping and pissing everywhere, I'll throw the shit out in the alley, even the dogs won't eat it! Fight fire with fire!"

Seeing that even the dogs didn't eat it, Wangshu felt disgusted and shook his head, unable to stand the taste.

Qin Xiuyuan's face looked a little worse.

Even the dog wouldn't eat it if it was thrown away. Wangshu took another thread-bound booklet and handed it to the man who had been staring at the cursive booklet with his mind, "It's your business, you can take a look."

She found a piece of paper and dipped the quill pen in ink. She wanted so much for the house she would live in in the future!

There should be a floor heating system for winter, a small bathtub for soaking in summer, and his own quiet little study, far from his martial arts studio... The bedroom needed to be bright and well-lit, ideally with a view of the blue sky, white clouds, and trees while lying in bed; otherwise, being sick would be too boring. The bed needed to be sturdy, brand new, and large. She had seen his bed, but it was too small. In the summer heat, skin couldn't touch it. It needed to be as big as the Chu River and Han River, so that no matter how awkwardly she slept, she couldn't touch it.

There was also a horse. After she learned to ride a horse, she would often ride the horse. Firstly, it would keep her body in shape. Secondly, if they had a quarrel and couldn't win in a fight, she could just get on the horse and run away, leaving him nothing to eat.

Seeing no one was talking, Ji's mother knocked on the door and came in with food. She observed her daughter's expression and approached her daughter cautiously. "Xiuyuan, my daughter, you must be hungry. Taotao just cooked some leek and chicken wontons. The soup is made with the old hen we raise at home. Mother simmered it for an hour."

My aunt is an embroiderer. She has always grown her nails to make it easier for her to split thread. She basically never cooks or does housework. But this time she actually cooked the soup herself. Qin Xiuyuan quickly took over.

Wangshu said nothing, but concentrated on writing. Two layers of fine cloth were wrapped around the goose feather tube, which was as thick as a normal brush and a short piece. He dipped it in ink occasionally and wrote very quickly.

Qin Xiuyuan put down the notebook that had shocked him. It was clearly organized, the numbers were concise, and everything was detailed... But he still had to figure out the corresponding numbers for those strange symbols...

Thinking back to when I made fun of the little girl for having accounting paper bigger than the table, I was really embarrassed.

He took the tray with both hands and placed the bowls and chopsticks on the small dining table next to him, two small bowls, one large bowl, and a small empty bowl.

"Nannan, what are you writing?" Mother Ji slowly walked to her daughter's side, looking down at her like she did when she was little, and gently placed her hand on her back. "Eat something first, okay? I made some chicken soup, it's very sweet."

The voice is extremely gentle and caring, full of caution.

She blew on the paper covered with writing, pressed it down, and stood up and walked towards the small dining table. Mother Ji, who was two steps behind, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, hurriedly stepped forward, scooped a few small wontons, let them cool in a small empty bowl, and handed them to her daughter, "Nannan, eat slowly."

Wangshu called Taotao over and brought a plate of pickled vegetables. He scooped a spoonful into the wonton bowl and slowly drank the soup. The small empty bowl was taken over and he ate the wontons and drank the soup.

"Nannan is so smart! The pickled vegetables taste really good in the soup."

After eating, she wiped her daughter's sweat. For the first time ever, she stopped hiding and stayed to ask her daughter about the things in the cursive book.

"Nannan, what kind of wedding dress do you want to wear?"

No one answered, so Ji's mother asked her son-in-law next to her, "Xiuyuan, what about you?"

"Xiuyuan is fine." He is not picky.

Wangshu took the account book that Qin Xiuyuan had finished reading and began to calculate the dividends from Taotao's pickled cabbage. She was quite fast at mental arithmetic and oral calculations. She calculated the cost of cabbage, salt, spices, and the jar. Last month's consumption included what the Ji family ate, what the Qin family ate, what was given to the two families in Erxiang to share, what was sold for money, and what was lost...

One of them was dawdling, wanting to take advantage of the atmosphere to talk more with his daughter, while the other was intentionally observing this counting method and the simple symbols corresponding to the numbers. The two of them looked at it from the left and right, one gentle and the other focused.

Record every item daily and finally compile it into a total: inventory from the previous month, new arrivals from the previous month, consumption from the previous month, inventory at the end of the month, wages.

Ji's mother had once taught her daughter this method of recording and simplifying numbers. She noticed that throughout the month, the Li family had a "1" every few days, and the Ji family, right next door, was no less impressive, with a "2" or "3" whenever they had a day off. She looked at the end and saw that the Li family's total was "12," and the Ji family's was "13." And when she recorded the Qin family and her own family, the Qin family's five people eating together only accounted for 11... and her own family's total was even less, 5.

And this was just the record sheet for pickled cabbage. She flipped through the booklet nearby and found it. Sure enough, it contained records of various braised meats, chicken and duck products, and steamed dumplings. These were ten-day records, and after the three ten-day records, there were monthly records. Almost every month had seen an increase, especially last month's braised meat...

When the final profit was calculated, it turned out to be a loss. My daughter wrote "loss!" in red ink and circled it...

Ji's mother was ashamed.

Last month's pickled cabbage was also a loss. Wangshu's expression remained unchanged. He didn't believe in mental arithmetic. He held out his two small palms, his knuckles white and tender. His eyes darted around, his eyes narrowed as he counted his fingers one by one...

Qin Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing: ...quite cute...

But I didn’t make a mistake in the calculation the first time… I watched people bend their fingers again and again, but still lost more than one or two taels of silver, which made me very angry!

He laughed inwardly, not daring to speak out loud. After all, last year, Rose Boss's business seemed to be booming, but in fact, he didn't make any money...

The pickled cabbage wasn't actually a loss. He looked at the three custom-made vats, which were a major expense. They were quite expensive. However, if it weren't for the 25 kilograms from Erxiang that never came back, she would have made a small profit on the three vats.

Instead, he stood up, picked up another short pen, ground red ink, and circled "loss!"

Any boss who toils for a month only to find themselves in the red at the end of the month would be in disbelief, clapping their little fingers for a long time, feeling gloomy. Qin Xiuyuan thought, no wonder his uncle and aunt haven't been able to appease him these past few days. With these accounts in front of him, even the emperor wouldn't be happy...

Wangshu opened the small cabinet and took out a bag of silver change and copper coins. He took out the scale and scissors for weighing the silver, weighed it without cutting it, and counted a small pile of copper coins.

He checked the account with Taotao, who came running over after hearing the call, and spread out the dividend item, "Three taels of silver, thirty-eight copper coins."

She smeared a little red ink on her finger and made a handprint. Taotao rolled up the silver and copper coins, squeezed the sachet tightly, turned around and ran away, just like Wangcai who got a delicious meal but couldn't finish it. She was afraid of being discovered, so she found a place where no one was around to hide. "Thank you, Sister Shushu!"

"I'll buy tofu tomorrow." Wangshu looked at the pile of things that "even dogs wouldn't eat" and still wanted to eat fermented bean curd and stinky tofu...

“Ah!???” Taotao looked as if the sky had fallen and walked out with a pout. What a waste of tofu! ! It stinks to death! ! And you still bought it!?