They all transferred the salt to the Yamen of the Secretary's office.

Mr. Lu returned to the main hall with a smile.

A man wearing a crimson official robe was drinking tea in the lobby.

This is Mr. Xu, the director of the transportation department, and the immediate boss of Mr. Lu, the salt department secretary.

Mr. Lu walked in, bowed and said, "Sir."

Mr. Xu glanced at Lu Yan, nodded slightly and said, "Sit down, what about Mr. Censor?"

After Lu Yan sat down, he said with a smile: "It's still the same. He said that we should send all the literate people from our yamen to check the accounts using some weird method he taught."

"And today, he also brought over the city's Yishi Zhao, who had just received the imperial title."

"Zhao Yishi? Zhao Ce?"

"Yes, it's him. The two of them seem to be quite familiar. I don't know when they got in touch with each other."

Mr. Xu narrowed his eyes before saying, "Although this man has a good reputation, he is just a scholar, so he is not something to be afraid of."

"Nothing, just let them be."

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "This official also thinks so."

"The royal censor also made a bet with the official, saying that he would use his method to check out the accounts within five days."

"Five days?" Mr. Xu snorted: "Are they dreaming?"

"Who dares to believe the accounts that have been verified in these five days?"

Mr. Lu said: "Anyway, the official said that if the imperial censor approves it within five days, the official will check it according to the items he has verified. This will save a lot of trouble."

"If everything that has been verified is wrong, then it is the censor's own delay, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Besides, our yamen only has so many people, and the government office can't spare any manpower."

"What can those two people who only know how to read do in five days?"

Mr. Xu took a sip of tea, nodded and said, "Yes, God is indeed helping us."

After glancing at the person next to him, Mr. Xu asked again: "Is there anything wrong with the account books?"

Mr. Lu didn't take it seriously and said: "I have been working as a salt department for more than 20 years. Is there any problem with the account book? Can I not know?"

"Don't worry, sir. In the end, all they can find are insignificant things."

Mr. Xu felt relieved and took another sip of tea with a smile.

"Well, good tea!"

"Go ahead. After all, he is also the royal censor of the imperial court. He is greeting you well, so don't neglect him."

Mr. Lu cupped his hands and said, "I understand."

…

The next day, a group of scholars dressed as scholars were welcomed into the Yamen of Du's Salt Envoy.

Zhao Ce rode a horse in front, while the others were pulled over by three large carriages.

When the gatekeeper saw this group of people, he let them in with some strange expressions.

As people from the original transportation department, they naturally knew what happened between Zhao Ce, the censor sent by the imperial court, and the original master of the yamen.

This group of scholars is probably the helpers brought by Zhao Ce to help the censor.

After Master Lu received the report, he calmly said, "Did you really find a group of nerds to help with the accounting?"

"These scholars are all young talents. I don't believe that their families will let these young talents read the account books."

"Master Lu's classmates are all promising people. Go ahead and entertain them."

"Whatever you need to use, whatever you need to take, just give it to them."

"Yes, sir!"

...

Zhao Ce led a group of people in and walked all the way to the agreed place.

Behind him were about twenty people, all of whom were mentioned by name in the last eulogy and who had war friendships with him.

Lun Mingyi, Song Lijie and others, and even Qiu Shubai and Zhao Ce who were next door, directly called for help.

After school, Zhao Ce invited everyone to have a casual meal at the restaurant. A large group of people followed Zhao Ce in a hurry, preparing to show off their talents.

After all, Zhao Ce asked them to help him, which shows that they are all people Zhao Ce can trust.

Just like the last time Zhao Ce took them to fight the rebels, everyone was gearing up.

"Zhao Ce, if you still need someone, I have many trustworthy friends who can be brought over to help."

Mr. Song suggested from the side.

Lun Mingyi was not to be outdone: "Just tell me how many people you need to help."

"Hey, by the way, Zhao Ce, you haven't said yet what we want to help you with this time."

"You can't come to the Yamen just to fight, right?"

Qiu Shubai stood next to Zhao Ce and said, "Could it be that you have to deal with some paperwork?"

When they saw the room full of account books, all the scholars present twitched their lips.

Good guy!

Although they cannot write scriptures with ease, they are still barely proficient at it.

But for a group of scholars who can only write articles to read this room full of account books, it will take a lot of time to teach them!

Just at this moment, Liu Ruyu walked out from inside.

He was wearing official uniform. When everyone saw him, they quickly bowed to him and saluted.

"Hello, sir."

Liu Ruyu nodded and said to Zhao Ce, "He's finally here."

Although Zhao Ce said that five days was enough to start a good fight, they had to go to school for the first half of the day and only had two hours in the afternoon to help them with their work.

All in all, it only takes half a day.

Liu Ruyu couldn't help but feel worried when he looked at the group of confused young people in front of him.

I heard that Zhao Ce really asked them to help with the accounting, and many people looked at Zhao Ce blankly.

Lun Mingyi's face changed several times, and finally he hesitated and said: "Zhao, Zhao Ce, although I have been called a child prodigy since I was a child, I have never been exposed to trivial matters such as reading account books."

"It will take five days to come up with these accounts. I'm afraid it will take you two or three days to teach us how to read the accounts."

Mr. Song and others also looked constipated because Zhao Ce called them but could not help him.

After all, they are all scholars who have high hopes in their family, and accounting is a compulsory course for women in the backyard. They really have not mastered this skill!

However, there are also people who have come into contact with the account books and volunteered: "Zhao Ce, I am at home watching my mother do the accounting. I can help you!"

The person who said this sentence immediately received the envious looks of many people.

Only Qiu Shubai, who was familiar with Zhao Ce's temper, said, "Zhao Ce, what are your plans?"

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, everyone."

"Actually, checking accounts is not as difficult as everyone thinks."

Zhao Ce walked over, picked up the brush on the table, and wrote down a series of numbers.

"It will take me a cup of tea to teach you these numbers, and another cup of tea to memorize them by heart."

"If you can't memorize it by heart, just copy it down yourself and keep it in the account book."

Although these numbers have strange symbols, they are indeed very easy to recognize.

A group of scholars spent a cup of tea. It is indeed not difficult to remember these numbers.

Seeing that everyone had almost remembered it, Zhao Ce continued: "Write down these numbers, and I will teach you how to determine the debits and credits, and give you a brief introduction."

After speaking, Zhao Ce took out a small account book from his body, opened it and showed it to everyone.

"This is the account book made by my wife, and it is also the model I want to explain to everyone."

The account book made by Zhao Ce’s wife?

Zhao Ce's wife knows how to keep this kind of ledger, so as scholars, can they?

Many people's eyes immediately changed.

"Come, please take a look, this is the loan..."

"..."

After Zhao Ce explained, he looked at the people below who were still confused.

"Do you understand everything?"

"Listen, I understand!"
Chapter completed!