"Master, see if that's the master over there." Xiao He pointed to a shop not far away and said.
"It's daddy, it's daddy, brother, let's go see daddy!"
Lan'er glanced over there and immediately grabbed Li Zexuan's hand and shouted happily.
In fact, after Xiao He finished speaking, Li Zexuan saw clearly that the person was his father. There was a plaque on the shop that read "Li Ji Ready-made Clothing Shop". His father was facing away from them and talking to a middle-aged scribe. Woolen cloth.
Seeing that Lan'er wanted to go find his father, Li Zexuan had no choice but to let her pull her in that direction. Li Zexuan was really obedient to his sister now.
When the group of people almost reached the clothing store, Lan'er let go of Li Zexuan's hand and ran towards Li Jingmo.
"Daddy, daddy, Lan'er is here to see you."
The little girl is jumping up and down, really like a beautiful butterfly.
Hearing the sound from behind, Li Jingmo quickly turned around and saw his daughter running towards this side.
Li Jingmo had a very serious face when he was talking to the middle-aged scribe before, but when he saw his daughter, it melted instantly, and a smile broke out on his old face. Worried that his beloved daughter would fall, he rushed up to meet her, took Lan'er's little hand, bent down, touched Lan'er's head, and said worriedly:
"Lan'er, why did you come here alone?"
"Lan'er came here with her brother!"
After saying that, his little finger pointed to Li Zexuan who had just entered the door.
Only then did Li Jingmo see Li Zexuan and his entourage, and felt a little relieved. He remembered that his wife had pinched him for saying a few words about his son in front of her this morning. Now his waist is still aching, and he couldn't help but want to attack this brat. After two sentences, he pretended to be concerned and said:
"Hey, Xuan'er, you got up so early? Why don't you sleep more?"
Li Zexuan had just been watching Li Jingmo's heartfelt love for Lan'er from behind, and was still lamenting how warm the atmosphere of this family was, when he heard his old man's words that were obviously sarcastic about him, and couldn't help but look outside the door and saw the sun outside. Gao Zhao, who looked like it was about two or three o'clock in the afternoon in modern times, couldn't help but feel speechless. He didn't expect that he would be angrily yelled at by his old man for sleeping in in the morning.
He didn't know that his father had been pinched by his mother for sleeping in that morning. Li Zexuan coughed twice, wanting to get over this topic as soon as possible, and said awkwardly:
"Dad, what are you doing here today? Do you want to buy clothes for mom?"
He just saw that this shop was a ready-made clothing store, so he thought that his father was here to buy clothes for his mother. Unexpectedly, his father was quite affectionate to his mother, hehe.
"You brat, this is our shop. Do I still need to buy the things here?"
When Li Jingmo heard Li Zexuan's slightly narrow-minded words just now, he knew that this brat didn't have anything good in mind, so he said with some annoyance.
Next to them, Lan'er, Xiaohe and Xiaoxi couldn't help but laugh. Afu and Sanbao didn't dare to be too presumptuous. They were looking at the ground counting ants with their heads down and suppressing a smile.
Li Zexuan was even more embarrassed and said quickly: "Then what are you doing here today?"
After scolding his son, Li Jingmo felt a little better. After hearing this, he said:
"My father is here in the West Market today to check the accounts of our several shops. This is the last shop. You guys should go and stay nearby. After checking, let's go home together."
Although Li Zexuan was unwilling to wait, he didn't want to offend his father now, so he responded quickly.
At this moment, the middle-aged scribe whom he had just seen came over with a ledger and said to Li Jingmo:
"Brother Li, Xu has just checked the accounts of this ready-made clothing store. After much calculation, there is still one discrepancy. The specific discrepancy is unclear. I really can't find out. I feel ashamed."
Li Zexuan was a little surprised when he heard this man call his father Brother Li. He thought this man was the accountant in the shop.
At this time, Li Jingmo introduced to Li Zexuan: "Xuan'er, this is Mr. Xu Hongzhi. He is an old friend whom his father made when he traveled to Chang'an in his early years. Mr. Xu studied under Dr. Liu of the Imperial College and is a real master of arithmetic. Can you You have to learn from Mr. Xu. My father also asked him to help with the accounting today."
When he heard that he was a good friend of his father, Li Zexuan was very proud of his father and quickly bowed his hands, as if he had admired his name for a long time:
"Hello, Mr. Xu. I have admired Mr. Xu's talent for a long time."
Mr. Xu smiled reservedly and said, "If you give me a prize, I'll give you a prize!"
But the look on his face clearly showed that he was very grateful for Li Zexuan's flattery, and all scholars are somewhat arrogant.
When Li Jingmo saw that his son had finished the ceremony with Mr. Xu, he turned back to the topic and said to Xu Hongzhi with furrowed brows:
"Even Mr. Xu can't find out what the problem is, so what can we do?"
Xu Hongzhi felt a little ashamed at this time. His old friend trusted him, but he failed to trust him, so he explained:
"The person who does the accounting can be considered a master of arithmetic. I am a fool with little talent and little knowledge. It is difficult to find out the loopholes in this short time. I really have failed Brother Li's trust. I am ashamed."
After hearing this, Li Jingmo hurriedly said: "Sir, please don't blame yourself. It's all because of the old guy's false accounting."
After saying that, he said angrily to the middle-aged man in gray robe standing at the door:
"Wang Zhengkun, you are so brave. I gave you the management of this shop, but you made false accounts to fool me!"
"Master, it's unfair, it's unfair. How dare I deceive the master?"
When the middle-aged man in gray robe heard this, he immediately came over and bent down and cried.
Li Jingmo knew clearly that there was something wrong with the accounts, but found no evidence. If someone refused to admit it, he couldn't just give in. Li Jingmo felt very depressed.
"Dad, let the child come and look at the account book!"
At this time, Li Zexuan suddenly stepped forward and said. His father could make up a few sentences in private, but he couldn't bear others to maliciously deceive his father. Li Zexuan still respected and loved this father very much.
Seeing the old man next to him trying to fool his father with this number game, Li Zexuan couldn't help it. He sneered in his heart: Humph, play math with me, I will let you know why the flowers are so red today.
Hearing that his son wanted to help him, although Li Jingmo was moved, he couldn't help but frown and said:
"Xuan'er, don't be ridiculous. What do you know about arithmetic?"
Mr. Xu couldn't find out the problems in the accounts, so how could his son, who never went to school, do the same.
"Dad, Master, in the past eight years, he has not only taught my children martial arts, but also taught them arithmetic and the art of observing objects. Master is a scholar of heaven and man, and can be regarded as one of the best in many aspects. Dad, just let your child try it." Li Zexuan deceived. road.
Fortunately, his master is an outsider who is rarely encountered by ordinary people. No one knows what his master is capable of.
Li Jingmo couldn't help but hesitated and said: "Then Xuan'er, just give it a try."
Li Zexuan took the account book, walked to the counter next to him, and ordered:
"Xiao Xi, come here and sharpen ink for me."
Although Li Zexuan's father in his previous life was just a farmer with only a junior high school diploma, he could write very well with calligraphy. When he was a child, all the couplets at home were written by his father. Li Zexuan also asked his father who taught him, and his father said that it was Li Zexuan's grandfather who taught him. He started practicing when he was a child. Therefore, although Li Zexuan did not attend any calligraphy interest classes when he was a child, he still practiced calligraphy for several years at the urging of his father, and his handwriting can still be read.
When Wang Zhengkun saw that Li Zexuan was going to check the accounts, he lowered his head beside him, a hint of sarcasm flashed in the corner of his eyes, and sneered in his heart:
"Hmph, this brat is so ignorant that he doesn't know what he's capable of. How could you possibly notice that I've been doing this for so many years?"
Xu Hongzhi also walked over with interest at this time. Although he did not believe that this boy was better than him in arithmetic, he was the son of his good friend. He could give some guidance and help the younger generation.
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