The domestic guard is a little sweet

Zhao Jin deliberately found five young men who could read and write, copied these books into three copies, and then specifically went to those well-known pawn shop accountants in Beijing, and asked An Twelve to bring a few secret guards, dressed in a Ye Xingyi sneaked into the homes of these accountants, slapped two silver ingots on the table, and penetrated three points.

Only the accountant was trembling with fright, and he almost didn't pee. When the accountant heard that he was going to secretly check the account book, he wanted to scold his mother in his heart.

God damn it, check the account books, these masters are almost the same as robbery.

Regardless of whether these accountants are willing or not, they can only shake their legs, be blindfolded by these hidden guards, and take them to a small courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing.

One person, one room, checked the account books in their hands separately. When Zhao Jin asked the servants in the mansion to copy the account books, he erased some special signs in the palace and replaced them with other items to facilitate checking the accounts.

These accountants, seeing the account book in their hands, and looking at the tea and snacks on the table, knew that their lives were safe, and they were slightly relieved.

Then he looked at the 20 taels of silver ingots placed next to him, and his heart moved instantly. He gritted his teeth and directly opened the abacus beads, counting them crackling.

They are just ordinary people, in order to save their lives, they don't care which nobleman owns these books, they just want to finish the work in hand quickly, and then save their lives to go back to see their wives, children and parents at home.

This nobleman sold 20 taels of silver. Although there are many accounts, they will be checked in two or three days.

They can earn 20 taels of silver in such a short period of time, which is their monthly allowance for half a year.

And there are meals for three meals a day, and there is a lot of fish and meat, which is better than what they eat at home. Although the three accountants boiled oil with lamps, they gained a lot of weight after checking the accounts in three days, and their faces looked round. many.

Naturally, Zhao Jin couldn't stand by and stare at them to check the accounts. At this moment, he was wearing Dark Twelve, wearing a robe from an ordinary wealthy family, with a jasper pendant on his waist, and shaking a folding fan, just like a nobleman in Beijing.

He was going to go out to inspect the 16 shops, and naturally he would focus on those shops that were losing money.

The first one to come is Jinxiu Cloth Shop on Yong'an Street, which is two streets away from Wang's Mansion.

The front door at the back is decorated in a gorgeous atmosphere. When you enter the door, the top of the cabinet is full of various fabrics, brocade and silk, and the other wall is full of ready-made clothes.

It's just that apart from the men's Tsing Yi long gowns, the women's clothes are a bit plain, and the style is not like the ones that have been popular in Beijing and China for the past two years.

Zhao Jin waved his folding fan and walked around the store, but no one greeted him.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and saw the little girl with triangular eyes, lying on the front desk cabinet, sleeping soundly, with a crystal smirk dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Jin frowned slightly, but didn't say much. He took two steps forward and tapped the table with his folding fan.

"Shopkeeper, please introduce me to the cloth in your store."

The waiter in the shop was woken up, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, drooped his triangular eyes, and looked at Zhao Jin with some dissatisfaction.

But when he saw that the other party was dressed in splendid and splendid attire, he presumably was a rich man, so he managed to suppress the anger on his face, and casually pointed to the brocade next to him.

"Excellent Jiangnan brocades and Suzhou embroidery are all available. What do you want, my lord?"

Although the name of Lord Rui is well known in Beijing, very few people have actually seen him.

Zhao Jin was not worried about being recognized by this small waiter, he was interested, and he folded it up and came in front of a bolt of red cotton cloth.

"How much is this red cotton cloth worth?"

The waiter yawned: "Five taels of silver for a horse."

"What about the white pulp?"

"Three or two."

"Then this Jiangnan brocade embroidered with brocade cloud patterns?"

"This is a good thing, 35 taels a piece." At this moment, the waiter in the shop saw that Zhao Jin kept asking for some cheap cloth, and was already a little impatient. "Buy it or not? Don't ask if you don't buy it."

Zhao Jin rolled his eyes, but he wasn't angry, but at this moment he also understood why this huge store had good materials, but the door was neglected. Presumably, the attitude of the waiter in this store was too bad, and no one would spend money for no reason to be angry. .

At this moment, a woman in gray clothes suddenly came outside the door. She was about 30 years old, with some fine lines around her eyes, and her face was full of vicissitudes from years of hard work.

The woman carried a basket covered with a white cloth in her hand, and hurried to the counter, lifted the cotton cloth and pushed the man in front of the waiter, looking forward to it.

"Look at this embroidery. I have worked hard to embroider it. I have been doing it for many years. The landscape on the fan is beautiful, and the robes are also beautiful. The mother-in-law at home is seriously ill and needs money urgently. Could you do me a favor. Or I can show whatever you want to show in your store."

However, Zhao Jin noticed that her hands were extremely white and clean. When he got closer and took a closer look, he noticed that there were some embroidery in the woman's basket, mostly flowers, birds, fish and insects. It is a masterpiece, but it is expensive because the embroidery is solid and delicate.The embroidered handkerchief purse is exquisite and lovely, but it is not inferior to the embroidery on the shirts in this house.

The shop waiter frowned slightly, smiled coldly, and pushed the bamboo basket handed over by the woman forward.

Tap the basket, and the delicate embroidery pieces inside fall to the ground, covered with dust.

"It's so fragrant and stinky. You dare to send it to our Jinxiu Building, ah bah, go and go, don't be an eyesore here, and delay my business."

The woman screamed, her eyes turned red in an instant, she bit her lower lip, squatted down to pick up the dirty rust, and left in a hurry with her face flushed.

Zhao Jin frowned, and glanced sideways at Dark Twelve.

An Twelve knew that the master was kind-hearted, and couldn't bear to see others suffer in front of him, so he hurried out to buy the embroidery from the woman.

Although this woman's craftsmanship is far from that of the masters in the palace, but compared with the embroidery skills in the shop, it might as well give way.

Those nifty little objects are exquisite and beautiful. If they are placed in the store, they will definitely be liked by the girls.

Zhao Jin also lost interest in wandering at the moment, turned around and walked out, he was not very angry, the shop has its own rules, maybe there is his own embroiderer in this picture, and it is also true that he does not accept embroidery from outside.

It's just that the waiter in the shop spoke bad words and had a bad attitude, so he should change it.

Before Zhao Jin walked out of the door, suddenly a gust of fragrant wind blew in his nostrils, and he saw a 20-year-old slender woman in pink swaying from outside.

Carrying a bundle in her hand, she twisted her waist, came to the waiter in the shop, put down the bundle, and her voice was deliberately soft and sweet.

"Brother Min, why didn't you see your master here? I haven't seen him come to my place to drink and listen to music for a few days. I wonder if you can make the decision on the embroidery that my sister brought today?"

Seeing the woman coming, the waiter named Brother Min smiled instantly, took the bag from the woman's hand, and put it on the stage without looking at it.

"Sister Li's things are naturally good. It's still the old rule. A piece of embroidery is five taels of silver. I'll take the silver for you. My master still missed you a few days ago. Now it's for you." The master has gone to work, and when he comes back, I must tell him that you are here, and he promises to see you."

The woman named Sister Li took the silver bag, shook the silver bag in her hands, with a soft smile on her face, stretched out her fingers, and tapped the waiter's forehead, waved her champagne, and walked away with her waist swaying.

The waiter in the shop was full of intoxication, as if he had an appearance of lust, fragrance and soul, his eyes were really hot.

Zhao Jin snorted softly, turned around and strode away from Jinxiu Cloth Village.

Before he had walked a hundred steps, he saw An Shier coming back with a bamboo basket.

"Back to the master, the male master of the house is indeed seriously ill, and he left ten taels of silver, which should be enough, I think."

Zhao Jin nodded, pointed to the woman swaying at the interface with his fan, and asked.

"Did that woman come out of the building?"

Even the girls in brothels have to come out to sell embroidery in person these days?This is living too hard.

Dark Twelve glanced at it, then shook his head.

"No, it should be the secret door."

The person who opened the secret door refers to Anchang who opened the door to do business in a poor neighborhood.

Zhao Jin nodded knowingly, thinking that the woman and the store manager should be old acquaintances, and the look of the waiter in the store is not the same as that woman.

Tsk tsk tsk, it really is a knife on Sezi's head.

Let Wu take care of this kind of trivial matter, and check it later. It's fine to change the shopkeeper and the waiter.

"Then let's continue, the next one is Wenzhu Bookstore."

It is said that the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu.

This ancient book is a precious thing, and in the ancient aristocratic family, apart from the status and property, the collection of books at home is the most important part.

This is why it is easy to produce talented scholars from a scholarly family, the family has a rich collection of books, and they are more experienced in the imperial examination.

Ordinary civilians have limited money in their families, and those who can afford private schools are reluctant to buy more books to broaden their horizons. They can only copy books for bookstores, earning some hard money and increasing their knowledge at the same time.

There is no big problem with this Asparagus Bookstore. The man in charge is an old man about 60 years old, surnamed Zheng, with a good attitude, but the types of books in this bookstore are quite poor, except for the children's enlightenment books of the Four Books and Five Classics. Some words of travel notes.

Scholars from poor families will spend a whole day in the bookstore on the pretext of buying books, flipping through the books instead of buying them, so the bookstore's income is naturally bleak.

Zhao Jin thought about the May [-]rd and Huanggang secret papers he did during the college entrance examination, and suddenly came up with an idea, and looked at Dark Twelve with bright eyes.

"When you go back, you can ask Director Liu to find me the test questions of the palace examination, general examination, and government examinations in various states in the past three years, and a few great scholars, and the mock test questions for the entire five years."

Dark Twelve nodded: "Master, do you want to summarize the test questions of recent years?"

Zhao Jin shook his folding fan with a smile on his face, full of complacency.

"I haven't done the real test for three years, how can I have the courage to enter the examination room?"

Although Dark Twelve heard of the mock test questions for the first time, it is easy to understand what it means when you read the words.

Can't help secretly sighing at the master's ingenuity.

He thought about it, and said with some hesitation: "Master, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to let the bookstore print the mock test questions of the Great Confucianism."

Leaking questions in imperial examinations has always been sensitive, if..."