Tang Jian:......
No, Your Majesty, I'm in a hurry. I have a lot of things going on behind my back, and I don't even have time to take care of my newly married concubines.
However, he couldn't refuse.
The emperor's face still needs to be given.
Large glass windows, mirrors, high-end and atmospheric vegetable sheds, everything was beckoning to him, and Wang Zi'an was in a good mood.
I happily went out to get food.
Li Shimin was very conscious now and didn't need Wang Zi'an to instruct him, so he just followed him.
"You two sit down, I'll go and do some work -"
Tang Jian:......
Your majestic Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, left such a huge mess without taking care of it, and came here to cook for a young man!
He turned to look at Wei Zheng and found that the old god Wei Zheng was there, turning a blind eye to everything in front of him and walking around the house with his hands behind his back.
"No, Xuancheng, are you just looking at me like this?"
Tang Jian looked at Wei Zheng with confusion. This was so out of line with Wei Zheng's temperament. The emperor is not doing his job properly and is unbecoming of the emperor. Shouldn't he come out and get angry?
"Otherwise, could it be possible for me to follow suit and start a fight? I don't know how to..."
Tang Jian:......
I can't accept your words.
He simply ignored Wei Zheng and began to wander around looking at Wang Zi'an's cabin.
The windows, the stove, the furnishings are all different, but have a unique style. There is a desk next to it with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but there are no books, not a single one. The walls were bare, with not a single calligraphy or painting on them.
This is still a scholar who is not doing his job properly and has no elegant taste!
Tang Jian couldn't help but frown again. He really couldn't stand up to Wang Zi'an whose old wife was nagging in his ear yesterday.
Suddenly, a faintly visible character on plain paper under the inkstone caught his attention.
He reached out curiously to move the inkstone and picked it up.
This is an obviously discarded piece of paper, with a circle of circular ink stains stuck on it by the inkstone. But the simple and clear squares on it, as well as the strange symbols on it, instantly made him unable to take his eyes away.
With his many years of experience as Minister of Civil Affairs, he could tell at a glance that this was a bill. The symbols are incomprehensible, but the format can be seen clearly, and the function and effect can be estimated almost exactly.
He immediately froze.
It can still be like this!
The bill can still be made like this!
There is an in and an out, clear and simple.
It’s clear at a glance!
If this method is placed in the Ministry of Civil Affairs——
He suddenly became excited. In the past few years, he had always suspected that some of his subordinates had tampered with the accounts, but he had secretly checked many times and could not find any clues. But if this kind of bill was applied...
He couldn't help but clenched his fist tightly, and without saying a word, he grabbed the piece of paper and rushed out.
Wei Zheng:......
What is this old guy doing today? He is so old and yet he is so startled.
What a vulgar martial artist, he has no peace of mind even in his old age.
Wei Zheng held the tea cup with both hands and took a leisurely sip of boiled water. Everything is good here in Zian, but there is no tea, which is really a fly in the ointment.
Wang Zi'an was busy cooking when he heard the sound of footsteps, and then the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and Old Tang rushed in with a cold air.
"Little friend Wang, who made this bill? Can you give me some recommendations?"
As he spoke, he raised the plain paper in his hand.
Wang Zi'an took the paper in a daze, glanced at it briefly, then said "oh" and stuffed it back.
"Oh, I just scratched it that day, but it's of no use anymore - are you looking for toilet paper? There is newly bought rice paper under the table..."
Wang Zi'an asked casually while weighing the fried ladle.
Tang Jian barely breathed his last breath.
This bastard who is not doing his job actually uses rice paper as toilet paper. It is really an insult to politeness and politeness!
No, that's not the point. The point is the bill. This bill was actually made by this little scholar who is not doing his job? !
No wonder His Majesty and that old guy Wei Zheng value him so much. It turns out that this bastard thing is not useless.
Not only can he do some farm magic and can grow vegetables in winter, he is also a math wizard.
Tang Jian felt that he had discovered the truth.
Well, that's right. With His Majesty's temperament of cherishing talents, it is reasonable to view this boy in a special light.
He felt that he had to change his attitude.
"Little friend Wang, I wonder if you can tell me about this bill in detail. To be honest, I am deeply interested in this kind of thing..."
"Oh, this is what you are talking about. I am not a professional. I just scratched it out casually. There is nothing to say. If you are really interested, just remember eight words-"
Tang Jian immediately pricked up his ears and wished he could take a pen to take notes. Li Shimin couldn't help but slow down the movements of his hands out of curiosity, wanting to listen carefully. Although he didn't stand up to look at the bill in Tang Jian's hand just now, it must be a good thing to attract Tang Jian's attention.
Wang Zi'an stared at his stir-fried ladle intently and did not look back at the excited Tang Jian. As he spoke, he kept an eye on the heat. When he saw that it was ready, he suddenly weighed the frying ladle. The green vegetables fried in the pot drew a beautiful arc and accurately fell onto the plate next to him.
It's good to be strong in martial arts, and the serving dish is very handsome and saves effort.
He continued to add while handling the stir-fried ladle skillfully and preparing for the second dish.
"If there is a loan, there must be a borrowing, and the borrowing must be equal. In short, income and expenditure must be balanced. If there is no balance, it means something is wrong..."
Like a bolt of lightning flashed through Tang Jian's mind.
That’s it, that’s it!
"Then I wonder what the mystery behind these symbols is?"
Unconsciously, Tang Jian had already adopted a tone of asking for advice.
Li Shimin glanced at him in surprise. What kind of amazing treasure had this guy discovered? He never used this tone when talking to him.
Wang Zi'an glanced back and couldn't help but smile.
"Those numbers you mentioned are just a few Arabic symbols. There's nothing much to say. If you're interested, I'll teach you later. Wait until I finish frying these vegetables--"
Wang Zi'an was buzzing and busy.
Tang Jian:......
For such a serious knowledge and such an important matter, why not just cook up some side dishes!
But when asking for advice from others, you must have a begging attitude.
Tang Jian was waiting impatiently, while Wang Zi'an was fussing over there, his movements smooth and graceful. It's a pity that Li Shimin and Tang Jian are both blind cooks and no one appreciates them.
This is a noble person who has brought you skills, so you must treat him well.
Seeing that Tang Jian was so old, standing at the door like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to ask questions, Li Shimin couldn't help but feel happy and waved.
"Old Tang, you have nothing to do when you have nothing to do. Come over and help me choose food -"
Tang Jian:......
Your Majesty, your command of people is still as smooth and polite as ever.
