Never divorce, never stop getting rich

By the time Qian Qiansui returned to the stands, the mathematics competition venue had been arranged and was not affected at all by the accident.

Students from both sides sat in their seats according to regulations.

When Princess Yongle saw her come back, she came over again and kindly asked about Jin Shuang's situation.

"You are really amazing. That person just now was Lu Simiao's mother. She was so fierce."

"You seem to know his family very well?" Qian Qiansui finally reacted.

"Yes, there are not many kings of different surnames alive in the capital." Princess Yongle muttered secretly.

Qian Qiansui wanted to ask more about the specific situation of the Lu family when he heard the drums beating below.

The mathematics competition has begun.

"Here are the account books of Taozhou Port for the past year sent by the Ministry of Revenue." The eunuch put a stack of account books on the table and suddenly felt a headache.

The two students in front of him, students from Qiming Academy, were so nervous that their hands were shaking. They had already placed their abacuses and stared at the stack of account books, wishing they could rush over and grab them as soon as the eunuch gave the order.

As for the one from Panshi Academy, not only was she calm and composed, she even put her abacus aside and drank her tea leisurely. Her demeanor wasn't that of a lady from a wealthy family, but she was pleasing to the eye.

They are all weird. The eunuch was considered knowledgeable before, but after the competition that day, he felt that he was still too shallow. There is indeed a mountain higher than the other.

"Can we start?" The student from Qiming Academy seemed extremely nervous and had to wipe the sweat from his head from time to time.

The eunuch looked at the girl from Panshi Academy again. She had been so calm since she came on stage, as if she had just come to attend the garden party. When she saw him looking at her, she even nodded at him to show her goodwill.

"This year's account books include the ships that came and went from Taozhou Port, the quantity and value of the cargo they carried, and the funds Taozhou Port borrowed from the imperial court for repairs. Please record the figures as required, and we will verify them one by one."

The eunuch looked at the two people with very different styles and said, "Liu Zhengrong from Qiming Academy, Song Meixiang from Panshi Academy, please begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhengrong from Qiming Academy dragged over an abacus and began to work busily. He flipped through the account books one by one, calculated page by page, and occasionally took a pen to record in the booklet. He looked particularly attentive.

"Don't underestimate him. His family has been account bookkeepers in the Ministry of Revenue for three generations. They are very good at accounting. No matter how complicated the account book is, they can straighten it out for you."

Princess Yongle seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment of the previous match and was watching the mathematics competition with great concentration.

Qian Qiansui expressed his admiration, saying that this was a craft passed down from three generations of accountants.

"What is this Taozhou Port?"

Princess Yongle's eyes trembled, and after a moment's recollection, she said, "It should be the port closest to the capital. It was originally closed to the sea, and it was only after my mother ascended the throne that it was gradually relaxed. It seems that it doesn't make much money."

Originally, Princess Yongle didn't know about such a small place, but not long ago, the princes came to the palace to pay their respects and discussed this area. She didn't know what they wanted to do, but her mother had a very unpleasant quarrel with them, so this place left an impression on her.

A place close to the sea, Qian Qiansui sighed with longing, wondering what the difference was between it and the coastal cities she had visited in her previous life. She would definitely go and see it if she had the chance.

"Why isn't this girl moving? She's been drinking tea... Hey! She's even crossed her legs now. Doesn't she want to compete anymore?"

"Exactly. Look at the guy across from me. He's already flipping through several books, and his abacus is about to start sparking. And look at that girl..."

"Panshi Academy will win! Miss Song will win!"

Qian Qiansui was dumbfounded. She had never expected that their Panshi Academy actually had its own cheering group. But when she looked down again, she saw a middle-aged man lying on the fence outside, shouting excitedly.

He was alone, but he shouted with the momentum of dozens of people. Looking at his excited look, one would have thought he was a hired agent of their academy.

"Miss Song is the strongest! Win and show them!"

Wu Youcai wanted to stick his whole body out, and his companions grabbed him from behind, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Okay, Wu Lao Er, come back quickly and don't embarrass yourself."

"You know shit. I'm just cheering for my God of Wealth!" Wu Youcai said with a blushing face and a smug smile.

He has won so many games, even if he loses later, he won't lose everything.

What's more, he might become rich overnight!

Liu Zhengrong was slightly affected by the commotion in the stands. He subconsciously looked at Song Meixiang, but saw that Song Meixiang still had not taken out the abacus, but had taken the account book and was flipping through it page by page, as leisurely as the sisters at home reading storybooks.

Sweat dripped onto the abacus, and Liu Zhengrong was a little flustered. He opened some account book and tried hard to concentrate.

Song Meixiang continued to look at the account books one by one at her own pace, without even touching the record book.

This approach made the already nervous Liu Zhengrong even more nervous. Fortunately, he finally calculated all the key data in the booklet and filled them in.

Now as long as he calculates the final data for each item, the game will be over.

He turned to look at the seat of the dean of his own academy, and when he saw the dean nodding at him, his heart was at ease.

But the next moment, Song Meixiang also moved.

Song Meixiang sorted out all the account books and put them aside, then picked up a pen and began to hand-draw grids on the books. Various details were marked on top of these grids, one by one, losses, profits, and loans, all clearly visible at a glance.

Seeing this, Liu Zhengrong's heart, which had just calmed down, was in turmoil again. He didn't care anymore. His hands left afterimages on the abacus, and then he wrote one item after another quickly, and his handwriting became increasingly sloppy.

He glanced at Song Meixiang while using an abacus, and glanced at Song Meixiang while taking notes. Whenever Song Meixiang looked up, he would be so frightened that he would break out in a sweat, fearing that she would just hand in the paper.

However, Song Meixiang had never paid attention to him. As soon as she started working, she was completely immersed in the world of numbers. She captured and sorted out all the information she had just seen from the account books, and then accurately placed it in the table she had drawn before.

Just like a precision instrument, once the switch is turned on, it starts running fully automatically.

The smoother she got, the more confused Liu Zhengrong became. He couldn't understand why she didn't check the account books while recording, nor could he understand why she didn't record the financial discrepancies and expenditures in large sections.

It was this unknown that made him grit his teeth. After writing the last line, he raised his hand and said, "I'm done!"