"Yichang! I'm waiting for the class to learn something new. Do you still have an empty account book? Give us one."
The four officials studied for a moment, and Li Zhixian asked for the account books with an embarrassed smile.
"Yes, they are all bound on good paper. It takes a lot of time to draw this grid."
Li Chang looked as if this was indeed the case and turned around to get an empty account book.
Li Zhixian and others realized this again. There are experts in other villages, but they still need help to look after the accounts?
Can you still keep accounts like this? I have learned it, I have learned it, and I will send it back to the higher authorities.
The paper used in the account books is indeed good paper and does not rot easily. I bought it in Xuancheng.
One advantage of living here is that pens, ink, paper and inkstones are cheap and of good quality.
Hui brush, Hui ink, She inkstone, rice paper.
When locals buy, they save one long-distance transportation fee and merchant profit fee.
If you speak the local language, there are many workshops where someone is willing to give away a little extra.
This paper looks to be of similar quality to Chengxintang paper, and the village is willing to spend money on it.
The four people from Li Zhixian County were studying new accounting methods, and the chief sat in the silver box and read.
He was reading the revised Compendium of Materia Medica that Hanhan occasionally wrote in his spare time.
Whenever I have time, Hanhan writes a little. When I go to Xuancheng, I also buy medical books that have been published before, so that they can be used for treating diseases in the village.
Zhou Zong continued to walk around the village, looking at everyone he suspected of being an expert, including the older man who was sitting there rubbing the rope.
After turning around, he came to an old man sitting in the shade of a tree weaving sacks: "Old man, are you busy?"
"You're not busy. Are you from the prince? Is the fish delicious?" The old man kept moving his hands.
"It's delicious! It's the first time I've seen a fish feast. I always felt fishy when eating fish before. Why doesn't it smell fishy in our village?"
Zhou Zong knelt down to help smooth the twine. He saw that the old man had a rosy complexion and a calm demeanor.
"We had fish in the evening, and the boat went out again. I'll bring it with you when you leave tomorrow.
Fish smells fishy, and fishy fish means evil. When cooking fish, the heart will be right and the fish will be fresh. I have a saying: Governing a big country is like cooking small fish.
Fish is the main ingredient, which should be fishy when eaten, and seasoning is the supplement.
Just like the way of a country's economy, state affairs are the mainstay, and scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are supplementary. Both are indispensable.
Green linen is easy to fold, retted linen is square and tough, silk threads are formed into strands and condensed into shields. "
The old man said, "I heard it all from my grandson, Hanhan taught me. Some of it I forgot, and some of it was written down."
Hanhan is really good at teaching children, just like telling stories.
Zhou Zong: "..."
His eyes grew larger and brighter, his whole body trembled, and his legs became numb.
I found it, I found it, the hermit master was making sacks, and he gave me directions.
"Child, why are you trembling? Are your legs numb? You have been squatting for a long time. There is a wooden block next to you. Sit down!"
The old man looked at the other party's look and shook his head.
"Oh!" Zhou Zong also discovered this problem. He sat down first and slowly moved towards the wooden pier with his hands.
"Old man, how long have you been in Xiaqiu Village?"
After finally moving to a place, Zhou Zong climbed up and rubbed his legs.
"Sixty-two years ago!" the old man responded with a smile.
"Ah? So long?" Zhou Zongyi thought wrong! Since the master has a powerful way to help the village make money, why didn't he do it before?
"I can't help it. I've been in the village since I was born. Move over here and help me straighten my thread."
The old man just got used to being followed by others, and the people ran away.
Zhou Zong endured the numbness in his legs and rubbed his legs together. While working on the twine, he asked: "Old man, what do you think of our Ming Dynasty?"
"Just use your eyes to see! How else can you see? When I was a child, I dreamed of eating meat every day, but I didn't expect that it would actually happen when I got older.
If I hadn't... uh... had the chance to live for such a long time, I wouldn't have dared to think about it, right?
Good days must be cherished, just like... change one, this one is broken, and the sand will leak out from here first. "
The old man said and pointed to the twine next to him. This one is no longer good. Find a new one.
After listening to the old man's words, Zhou Zong realized that this was a mistake.
"Aren't you?" He was depressed.
"What's wrong with me?" the old man asked.
"No, you are." Zhou Zong explained.
"What is it?" the old man asked again.
"It's me, it's me. I need to urinate. I'm going to find the hut! Dad, you're busy."
Zhou Zong got up and ran away limping, his legs still numb.
The old man watched from behind and murmured: "Excuse me, Hanhan is here? Hanhan has been eating with you for such a long time, and you don't even know, hey hey hey hey!"
Zhou Zong didn't know what he had missed. As he walked, he thought, there are experts. This old man must have learned what he said after listening to the experts.
Then I thought about it, this is not nonsense! Who doesn’t know that there is an expert hermit in the village? What exactly is the key?
He thought that he had finally arrived at the latrines. There were four latrines in the village, and each latrine was divided into men and women, who all squatted in pit style.
As soon as he came in, he saw his men standing there buzzing.
"Boss, I saw several similar ones, but none of them turned out to be true. Are all the people in Xiaqiu Village so knowledgeable? An uncle actually taught me the Analects. It's a great pleasure to have friends from far away."
His men greeted each other and talked about their experiences.
He sniffed: "It's so hot and the latrine smells bad. What's going on on the ground?"
The village toilet is made of cement, including a squatting position slanting downward, and a large wooden bucket next to it, filled with water.
A piece of bamboo extends from the wall with holes for inserting incense sticks.
There is also a box inserted into the wall behind each squatting position, containing rough paper.
“The villagers told me that when I was done, I would rinse it with water and spread lime in the pit so that not even a single maggot could be seen.
Use rough paper to wipe your buttocks, but don't use bamboo blades, because it won't be clean. "
The people under my command knew the situation and specifically asked about it.
Zhou Zong untied his belt: "Is that so? You are rich! I also met an old man who told me that I said that governing a big country is like cooking small dishes. Where is the master hiding?"
"Boss, do you think they will tie up the master and hide him in a secret cellar, and ask him how to make money?"
The subordinate thought of a possibility and his expression became serious.
"You haven't finished peeing yet? You were peeing when I came in. Do you think the masters are fools? And you teach them knowledge?"
Zhou Zong didn't believe it. Isn't it easy for an expert to fool these villagers? If he was caught, the news would have been spread through the hands of the villagers.
"The crucian carp soup was so delicious during the meal, I drank four bowls."
The men finally finished, shook it off, fastened their belts, etc.
He took another look: "Boss, are you angry? Your urine is yellow. Remember to drink more soup at night!"
"Drinking more soup at night? Me for wetting the bed?" Zhou Zong glared at him.
At this time, someone came in at the door, heard the conversation, and answered: "I'm angry! There is herbal tea in the village, you can drink it as you like.
I can't get used to the taste, so I have rock sugar mung bean water, which can also extinguish fires and prevent heatstroke, and is made with well water.
Otherwise, just go to... find a pharmacy in the village to see if there are any medicines that can be used. "
"Thank you, big brother." Zhou Zong's men thanked him.
Zhou Zong also finished, and the two went out. His men took him to a small ditch outside: "Boss, have you seen that big bucket? Wash your hands and scoop out water for washing."
"There were so many things going on in the last latrine." Zhou Zong had no choice but to pick up the ladle of kiln water and lowered his voice: "Just now that person seemed to want to find someone, but then he changed his mind."
"Yeah! I heard it too." The subordinate nodded.
"Let's go! Let's drink herbal tea and rock sugar mung bean water first. The rock candy is made by someone else!"
After Zhou Zong washed his hands, he felt even more angry.
The whole village seemed to be hiding something, and no one said anything.
