A profiteer!

Li Si was so angry that he was itchy!

If you have to pay attention to the meal, you have to turn over the table!

He came from Xianyang with great effort, and he had no credit, but he had no hard work? The prime minister of Qin had to do these dirty things for him. He did not lose half of good words, and he turned against him and did not give him any face.

Even though he was scolding, Zhuo Cao still put away the golden cake. Another day, he had to go to the county town to exchange it for copper coins. Gold is listed, and the circulation rate on the market is very low. Normal trading is still mainly used for copper coins. In some remote areas, silk, silver and shells are used as Chinese coins, or even barter them.

Zhuo Cao left happily, so he only cursed a few words to enjoy it.

In fact, this earns much more than before. The nobles in Xianyang are rich and generous, and they can pay out tens of thousands of dollars. With this money, they can finally maintain the expenses in the mansion.

"There is no good intention to make a plan!"

Li Si snorted heavily, "I could have been an official, but I insisted on doing business."

"Ha ha!"

Qin Shihuang smiled heartily.

He didn't care what Zhuo Cao did.

How many court officials and nobles in Qin State have clean houses?

Except for Feng Quji, most of them have business. Take Li Si as an example. How many people are there in the Li clan? Is this little thing enough for the expenses of the mansion by relying on his age alone? Not to mention that there are other branches, who can just go out to do business and make some money. With Li Si, the backer, he will naturally make a fortune!

As long as you don't go too far, Qin Shihuang won't do anything.

Meng Yi peeled off the peanuts and threw them into his mouth. He was so tired that he ate too much sweet potatoes and felt uncomfortable intestines, so he now changed to eating peanuts. Especially before going to bed at night, with a pot of warmed rice wine, he could sleep more soundly.

Zhuo Ziyun: The mouth that eats people is short, but the hands that take care of people are soft.

Meng Yi ate and took it at the mansion, so he had to help Zhuo Cao speak.

"This is a mistake. Zhuo Sheng is forced to do so. He has read poetry and books well and has offered advice. He is talented and has a very famous official style."

"The so-called suggestions are just coincidental." Li Si was still worried about this matter and said lightly: "Zhuo Sheng's words are not surprising. If you govern the country like this, it will be a big problem for the country! If there are really talented people, you will definitely test him tomorrow!"

"It's OK."

Meng Yi was amused and crying. Anyway, he had said everything, and Li Si had no choice but to not listen. Then he would be humiliated by himself, so he can't blame him. Just as Zhuo Cao said on weekdays, Meng Yi knew that he must have talent. Not to mention that Zhuo Cao had many wonderful ideas, it was even more valuable.

Even if Zhuo Cao really has no talent, it will be of great use to Qin!

Born with auspiciousness in hand, with a yield of fifty stones per mu!

What should we do when the auspiciousness is promoted in the coming year?

His achievements are of great significance, he should be enthroned in the ancestral temple!

...

At night.

The study was lit with sheep oil lamps, filled with stench. There were also beeswax these days, but this thing was a tribute. The King of Nanyue once presented it to the Emperor Zhou. Not to mention Zhuocao, even the great ministers of Qin could not afford it.

As for lamps, butter is stronger than lamb oil. However, Zhuocao still cannot afford it. It would be fine if you light a lamp with lamb oil. Just use a fine reed tube as a wick, dip the reed tube into lamb oil, dip it for several layers, and then use a knife to turn it into a lamp.

Before, Zhuo Cao thought that the ancients had accumulated snow capsules and fireflies and chiseled walls to steal lights was exaggerated. After he arrived in Qin, he realized that it was quite real. The reason why the Qianshou rested at sunrise and sunset was that he could not afford lamp oil at night.

The duties of the pavilion chief are mainly to mediate neighborhood disputes, collect taxes and arrange labor service. This job is not a big problem, and there are only more than a hundred households under his rule. Now Zhuo Cao takes over the affairs of the pavilion chief, and there are many books on the table. The contents of the books are extremely detailed, including the situation of the people in each household. There is also a bamboo slip, which mainly records the land tax situation last year.

The head of the pavilion was a young official, enjoying the order of fighting food and assisting the historian. The so-called fighting food was a bucket of corn every day, with a year of thirty-six stones. The salary was so low that it was so low... even the magistrates were not as good as those of the magistrate.

Looking through the bamboo slips, Zhuocao became more and more impatient.

tnd!

Sorry, this dog is making fake accounts!

In and out, it doesn't match at all.

The accounts are all recorded in written form, and it is impossible to see clearly at a glance. Zhuo Cao calculated for most of the time and was very angry. If he used the accounting method of later generations, it would be very simple and clear at a glance. The number of people in the pavilion chief was not large, and it would be more than a hundred households to kill. How complicated would it be?

But I just used this most primitive recording method and my head hurts when I looked at it.

So, what's the best thing about being a pavilion chief?

The pavilion chief has to do all the dirty and tiring work. If something happens, the township official will directly ask the pavilion chief. The pavilion chief seems to be quite majestic, but his seniority is here. Many people in the pavilion are his elders. If he wants to behave his official voice, he may be scolded.

It took him half an hour to read the accounts.

Ai was greedy for at least dozens of stones of corn, he was such a beast!

Nowadays, productivity is low, and the yield per mu is good.

There are dozens of stones of corn, and it is less to cultivate ten acres of land!

"Lianping."

"exist."

"You copy the account and hand it over to the village man tomorrow. If you have any problems, wake me up. I am really sleepy, so I will take a rest."

"only!"

Zhuo Cao simply lay on the kang, pulled up his coat and covered his body.

Seeing him falling asleep quickly, Lianping got up and cut off the wicks so that it would not cause too fast or too bright to disturb Zhuo Cao's rest.

Listening to the slight snoring, Lianping copied it very quickly. The characters she wrote were quite beautiful, and naturally they were all taught by Zhuo Cao. She vaguely remembered that Zhuo Cao told her at that time that he didn't have to rush to learn the Great Seal Seal, and it would not take long to use the Small Seal as the official character.

It's true in just a few years!

Tsk tsk tsk, the young master is indeed a genius!

...

The next morning, Li Si pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at each other, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

It’s strange! Why is Lianping copying the bamboo slips?

Lianping quickly made a gesture of silence.

Li Si frowned and looked at Zhuo Cao who was sleeping soundly, becoming more and more unhappy.

How can a great young man sleep in every day?

It was almost dawn, and the pigs were getting up to serve vegetables!

"Why are you copying the documents?"

"The young master said that these were too complicated. He had calculated them, so he asked me to copy them."

Lianping was still very respectful. Li Si brought three golden cakes yesterday, and she saw them all. Last night, Zhuo Cao dreamed that he would not steal his gold, and almost scared Lianping to death.

"Let me see."

Li Si took it and was confused when he looked at the various symbols on the bamboo slips.

hiss……

What is this crooked symbol?

"Did you write these?"

"Um!"

“What are these?”

"A number. When you look at the vertical, it is the number 1. The two numbers together mean twelve. Using these numbers is much simpler and looks more concise and clear. But the village man doesn't understand, so the young master asked me to copy it."

Lianping talked and deliberately lowered her voice.

"hiss……"

Li Si sucked in cold skin!

It's so scary!
Chapter completed!