The domestic guard is a little sweet

There is no comparison between 1000 taels of gold and 1000 taels of gold. Palm-sized gold ingots are neatly arranged on the table, shining with golden light.

Zhao Jin's saliva was about to flow out, he wished he could hold these golden babies one by one in his arms and get close to them.

An Twelve looked at Zhao Jin strangely, but he had never seen a prince so greedy for money before.

The royal laws are strict, and they have been bound by various rules since they were young in the palace. Which prince and princess are not dignified, noble and calm, and this is the true temperament of the prince. Dark Twelve thinks such a master is a bit cute.

Zhao Jin likes to eat dried fruits, the kitchen in the back specially fried a lot of dried fruits of various colors, and presented them to please the prince. An Shier sat beside Zhao Jin, peeling the hard shells of the dried fruits for him.

"This is a new pine nut that has just been served this year. Master tastes it to your liking."

The round and plump nuts were placed on the porcelain plate in front of Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin nodded, leaned over and pecked An Shier's lips, Le Diandian ordered the little eunuch to wash his hands with water, went to An Shir's side again, picked up two nuts, threw them in his mouth and ate them sweet.

He has always liked fruits, and he doesn't like the snacks made of these dried fruits. He put his legs on Dark Twelve's tight thighs recklessly, dangling around without the usual manner.

"Brother Huang is quick. He ordered all four physicians in my residence. It seems that we have to search again."

Dried fruits and the like are delicious, but they are greasy and easy to get angry. An Twelve dialed half a plate and then stopped. He poured a cup of tea for Zhao Jin and put it on hand. He hugged Zhao Jin with one hand. , lest he accidentally have a bump.

"Under heavy rewards, there must be a brave man. If the prince wants to recruit a famous one-step defense and issue a notice to offer a reward, then invite a few familiar old doctors to identify it for you."

Zhao Jin nodded, but when it came to offering rewards, he felt a little distressed.

"If you want to offer a reward to a famous doctor, silver is naturally indispensable. The doctors in Chunhetang have more than ten taels of silver every month."

An Twelve nodded: "That's what I want, but the doctor in Chunhetang was originally an old imperial doctor, and he went out to see the doctor after being honored, so Chunhe Tang naturally gave him a higher experience and better appearance."

Zhao Jin calculated in his mind the monthly expenditures of the previous four households, and he felt that the 4 gold was not much.

Suddenly he remembered that when he was in charge of the farm, they remembered those false accounts, and then thought about the daily food and drink expenses of the hundreds of servants in this huge palace, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up abruptly.

"No, I want to check the account books in this mansion."

Zhao Jin's shock made An Twelve jump, and he quickly stretched out his arms to wrap around Zhao Jin's unsteady waist.

"Master, slow down, Twelve is called to take care of things."

After making up his mind, Zhao Jin picked up the small porcelain bottle in front of him, poured all the dried fruits in his mouth and chewed frantically, drank a cup of warm tea, and strode out.

There is not only one person in charge of the accounts of the palace, Zhao Jin's private treasury is managed by an eunuch named Liu Quan, and the mansion buys from food, the monthly money of the eunuchs and maids, and even the income from the land and shops in the hands of King Rui. It is managed by three accountants. These three are old people in the palace bestowed by the Empress Dowager Dong. They collect quarterly, and in the middle of the year, they will hand over the accounts of the year's income and expenditure to Zhao Jin for review.

It's just that the original owner didn't care about housework, and every time he just checked the balance of the income and expenditure, it passed.

After a while, Manager Liu came with three stewards, two men and one woman.

The woman's name is Du Mama, who is in charge of eunuchs and maids' monthly money distribution. One of them is tall and thin, with a long face and eight-character eyebrows, named Wu Gui. His small eyes are full of shrewdness. This person is in charge of the farm shop outside the mansion. The last one was a short, fat, round-faced middle-aged man named Li Shun, who was in charge of purchasing in the mansion.

The four of them stepped forward to salute Zhao Jin together.

"Meet the master!"

Zhao Jin nodded, got up and asked them to report this season's accounts one by one.

The three stewards looked at each other. They had heard about the little steward who was dismissed from the farm, and they looked at each other. It was Madam Du who stepped forward first, and said respectfully with her wrinkled old face: " Back to the prince, there are a total of 136 maidservants in the mansion, two first-class maids, six and a half monthly, 12 second-class maids, four taels of silver per month, 36 third-class maids, two and a half monthly, three nanny, five taels per month For silver, there are 3 rough envoy wives, three taels per month, and the rest are unqualified rough envoy girls. All of them have signed the deed of sale, and how many maids in the mansion have not signed the deed of sale, the monthly case is one or two and a half."

Zhao Jin nodded after taking the account book, and we will look at these later.

Seeing that Zhao Jin looked good, the other two stewards didn't intend to blame him. Li Shun, who had a big belly, hurried forward to salute courteously, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Back to the master, the government should buy everything, food, cloth and fur, all here, please have a look."

Li Shun handed over a thick account book and looked at Zhao Jin with a smile on his face.

Zhao Jin took the ledger, and casually flipped through it twice. Everyone is an old man in the palace and has managed the ledger for many years. If he wants to do something, it won't be obvious in a moment.

Wu Gui, the last steward in charge of the royal family's income, was as thin and thin as a bamboo pole, with a serious face all the year round, and a taciturn personality.

He stepped forward and put the thick account book in front of Zhao Jin, and briefly said about the number of shops and farms in the palace. Zhao Jin couldn't help being speechless when he heard this.

Of the nine farms, half of them have more than 500 acres of arable land and 16 shops, all of which are located in prosperous areas of the capital.

Although King Rui had no real power in the current dynasty, he was very popular with the late emperor when he was young. Because he was weak and unable to inherit the great line, the late emperor felt a little compensatory towards him and rewarded him with a lot of farms and pavements.

The new emperor is the elder brother of his direct relatives, so he will naturally treat his younger brother favorably, no matter for the sake of his brother or Empress Dowager Dong.

Now that Zhao Jin heard the reports from the people below, he really felt that he was a privileged class, and that the farms and shops in his hands were all the best in the capital, and they were all enviable golden chickens.

"Okay, let's put down the ledger, you don't need to worry about it, this king is just out of interest, learn about the internal affairs of the mansion, go down."

The three of them bowed their heads and left, Manager Liu finally took out an account book from his sleeve, put it in front of Zhao Jin and replied to the master: "This is the account book in your private treasury."

Zhao Jin nodded, and took over the account book. Some of these are imperial bestowals, and they are nothing more than fresh gifts that can be displayed at home. Imperial bestowals cannot be bought or sold, nor can they be lost, otherwise it will be a crime of disrespect .

No matter how cherished the antiques are, they are just decorations, Zhao Jin doesn't care too much.

"Master Liu's leg was injured in his early years, and it is inevitable that it will hurt when it is cloudy and rainy. This king remembers that a piece of high-quality wolf fur was offered below. You ask the sewing room to make two sets of knee pads for Liu Neishi."

"Yes, it rained all the time a few days ago, and he still complained that his legs were hurting and uncomfortable. Now that he has received such a good reward, Old Man Liu must be very happy."

Manager Liu accepted the order with a smile and stepped back, saying that Neishi Liu and Zhao Jin had a close relationship, and he was the only person the original owner could trust among the many styles.

Zhao Jin was weak when he was young, and accidentally fell into the pond in the Imperial Garden. It was Liu Neishi who was in the Imperial Garden at the time who saw him and tried his best to save him, so he escaped.

He is upright, taciturn, and doesn't like to communicate with others. Naturally, he was squeezed out by the eunuchs in the palace, framed several times, and was punished by the master of the palace to kneel down and hurt his leg.

Zhao Jin was grateful for his life-saving grace, so he begged Empress Dowager Dong, who was still a concubine at the time, to put her by his side to serve her.

Zhao Jin looked at the final balance in the account. Except for the reward just received today, the money in the account was only more than 2 taels in silver.

Although it looks like a lot, it costs a lot to keep so many servants for a day's food and drink in such a huge palace.

Moreover, there are so many farm shops in the hands of the Wangfu, and the balance in the account is only such a small amount, which is indeed a bit abnormal.

Zhao Jin casually opened up the accounts of several shops, and found that most of the shops were in a state of loss, and only a few of the shops that issued orders were making profits every year, which is unimaginable.

"I'm afraid there is a big problem in this account."

Zhao Jin squinted his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly, and a dangerous look flashed in his eyes. His slender fingers tapped these ledgers lightly, flipping through them carefully.

Zhao Jin felt quite a headache reading the four-fold ledger, full of traditional characters, and missed the simple and clear modern accounting method.

"Ah!!! These ledgers are so stinky and long."

Zhao Jin lazily leaned on An Twelve's shoulder, his face full of grievances.

The complicated bookkeeping methods of the ancients are the most likely to be mixed with means to deceive the master. This has to be checked slowly, and there will be no results in a while.

It's rare to see his master's childish side. An Twelve's face is full of tears and laughter, but his black eyes are stained with a deep smile. He reached out to take the account book in Zhao Jin's hand, put it aside and gently kneaded his wrist and Finger holding a pen.

"If the master is tired, just ask someone to look at it. If you are not at ease, ask someone to copy a few copies, find different accountants for accounting, and check and summarize their opinions."

Zhao Jin's eyes lit up instantly. This was a misunderstanding of his thinking. He wanted to do everything by himself. Now, in his position, it is no problem to invite a few accountants directly to calculate these accounts.

Zhao Jin held An Shier's face in his hands, and gave him a kiss. Feeling the softness of the other's lips, he didn't feel it was enough, so he kissed him twice again.

"It's really my virtuous housemate. In this way, it will be useful for you to ask Mr. Liu to ask some young men who can read and write to come to the main courtyard."

"Yes."

An Twelve's heart skipped half a beat, knowing that the address was a bit over the top, he should have reminded the prince aloud, but for some reason he held back when the words came to his lips.