Raising the Demon

Chapter 18
Zi Baifeng watched the four dogs go away at the door, and looked up at the sun in the sky. The sun was so hot that thousands of rays of light shone down, but they couldn't illuminate Zi Baifeng's heart. He looked at the sun and let the sun shine brightly. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, Zi Baifeng lowered his head, and saw Yan Laowu standing in front of him in a ragged leather coat.

"Why don't you accept it?"

"I can't just sit and watch them die." Zi Baifeng seemed to be answering Yan Laowu, and also seemed to be answering himself.

"If they survive or not, what does it matter to you? If you don't take it, someone will take it." Yan Lao Wu said.

Although the reason is simple, not everyone can understand it.

Zi Baifeng looked at the old man in front of him. Before he came, this old man was the one who collected taxes.

"Furthermore, farmers' lives are cheap. Although the mountains are barren, they can always support a person, and they can always survive." Yan Laowu seemed to be expelling Zi Baifeng, but he seemed to be liberating himself.

For a long time, Zi Baifeng actually regarded himself as a village as a very real and challenging game. He always thought that he had the formula of raising demons and the memory of his previous life. Get stumped easily.

Moreover, being a dog official seems to be a very interesting thing. Bringing a few evil slaves and ancestral stone carvings to bully men and women sounds quite interesting.

But now he found that many things were not as simple as he imagined.He is playing life, but life is not a game.

These people, Dad, Xiaoshitou, Aunt, Yanlaowu, Zhuzishu, Laotuozi, Xiaotuozi, blind mother-in-law, Sigou, are all living people, happy, angry, sad, and happy, flesh and blood. have bones.

He always felt that collecting taxes was such a big deal.In the previous life, taxes were the most important in the world, and all kinds of exorbitant taxes were collected without knowing it, and not many people could not survive.When I was young, I saw farmers handing in public grain. One bag and two bags were moved to the tractor, and there were more leftovers. Everyone happily discussed that this year’s harvest was not bad, and the public grain was also handed in a lot.Thinking about it, even if it is two or three times more, it is just a little embarrassing.

He never thought that this world was so poor.

Or, there are poor people in every world, but he doesn't know it.

"If you don't accept theirs, don't even try to accept other people's." Yan Lao Wu seemed to be warning, but also seemed to be prophesying.

Zi Baifeng clenched his fists and looked up at Yan Laowu: "Old man, please help me."

Yan Laowu closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed: "Forget it, forget it... this villain, let me, Yan Lao Wu, have a bright future. If you become a high-ranking official in the future, don't forget me. Yan Village is just..."

"No." Zi Baifeng let go of his fist, stood up straight, looked at Yan Laowu in front of him, and said affirmatively, "I, Zi Baifeng, will not pay this tax, and I will not pay it when I go to Yan Village! "

"Don't be stupid, you don't want to be an official, and I don't want to be imprisoned." Yan Lao Wu raised his hand and punched Zi Baifeng.

"No, old man." Zi Baifeng said, "Don't you think this tax is strange? Let's pay every tax before." Although Zi Baifeng didn't hear anything outside the window before, but the tax payment I still know a little bit about this kind of big event, and there is a lot of trouble every year, and various things happen one after another.

"Besides, triple the tax is too outrageous!" Zi Baifeng said.

"Actually... this is not too outrageous..." Ai Ai, the fifth period of Yan Lao, said, although the old man only knows [-] characters, but he can understand in his heart, in the past few years, which years have been younger and which years have been more—— This is basically not - he knows it very well.All in all, almost three years of taxes will have to be paid.

"This is a capable person. I heard from the fourth child that the best in the tax class is not the tax officer, but the accountant. A powerful accountant can clearly arrange the taxes and fees without any confusion. The tax officer year Every year changes, the accountant decides the country. However, the old accountant used to be dizzy, and it is becoming more and more useless, and the few apprentices don’t understand it very well, so the accounts are messed up.”

If not, the old man would not dare to evade taxes easily.

"You mean, capable people?" Zi Baifeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Grandpa, I have an idea, but I don't know if it will come true... Well, I need to sort out the accounts in the village first, and see what can be done."

Hearing what Zi Baifeng said, the old man suddenly became puzzled: "You said... that can work?"

Some people can sort out the accounts clearly, and naturally there are also people who can make the accounts unclear. This old man can still turn the corner, but how to operate, the old man can understand six orifices - he doesn't know anything.

"Should be able to do it." Zi Baifeng silently recalled what he had learned. Although most of the class was sleeping, but the university was actually admitted to the university. In terms of computing ability, Zi Baifeng dare not say that he is the top here Yes, but he thought, in a small town, are there any masters?Of course, the accounts are not just calculations. Zi Baifeng still learned some accounting knowledge in the personal finance class he took.

Even so, when Zi Baifeng returned to the house, he couldn't help but feel dizzy. The accounts of this house will have to be counted until the year of the monkey.

But thinking of his plan, Zi Baifeng forced himself to calm down.

How can we sweep the world without sweeping a house?
If you shrink back from this little difficulty, what will you do in the future?
He disassembled the documents one by one, spread them out on the table, and began to transcribe. At the beginning, Yan Lao Wu was still helping, but after a while he started yawning, and took the wrong things a few times, which was not helpful. Then he was sent back to rest by Zi Baifeng, leaving only Zi Baifeng himself.

Zi Baifeng holds a pen in one hand, and turns an abacus with a file in the other.Since he was a child, he traveled south with his father, and his life required careful calculation, but Zi Baifeng was good at it. However, he was obsessed with reading in the future, and the abacus was a bit useless. He made a few mistakes, and then he gradually became familiar with it.

Yan Laowu listened outside for a while, and then heard the crackling sound of abacus coming from inside, like the gurgling of a brook, the ding-dong of flowing water, continuous and never-ending.

After a while, Zi Baifeng felt the pain in his left hand. He stretched his wrist and looked at the unprocessed documents and accounts that were still piled up like a mountain. He felt a little discouraged.

Suddenly, he slapped his head: "I'm stupid!"

He moved his wrist, picked up the brush, dipped it in water, and started writing on the abacus.

"One returns as one enters, seeing one enters into ten..." The abacus formulas of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division were written on the abacus one by one, and the beads began to tremble, and they kept crackling, as if they were alive. I almost couldn't catch it.

When Zi Baifeng finished writing all the formulas, the abacus jumped out of Zi Baifeng's hand and jumped on the table non-stop. Zi Baifeng had to push it down on the table with great effort.

"One seven two, multiply by 21." Zi Baifeng read a few numbers in his mouth, and saw the abacus beads crackling and moving by themselves, and the result appeared instantly.

Zi Baifeng verified it with his mental arithmetic, and it was indeed correct, and then tried a few additions, subtractions, multiplications and divisions, all without errors.

"Not bad!" Zibai admired himself in style, "In the future, my master, I will use my abacus to venture into the world."

Feeling proud, Zi Baifeng continued to count before he even had time to drink a sip of water.

After a long time, the door of the study opened with a creak, and Xiaoshi came in carrying a food box, and said, "Brother, mother asked me to bring you food."

"Yeah." Zibai didn't raise his head, and continued to calculate and sort out.

"Brother, what are you up to..." Xiao Shitou was lying in front of the table, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by his non-stop calculations. He stared blankly for a long time, and then sat down on the ground with an ah yo .

Zi Baifeng looked back, and saw that Xiao Shitou's eyes were rolling around, almost becoming cross-eyed.

Oops!

Zi Baifeng forgot about the abacus.

"Brother, this is fun." Little Shitou didn't realize what he was looking at at all. He lay on Zi Baifeng's lap and asked, "Brother, can you let me play?"

"I can't do it now, I'm trying to settle the score now, and I'll let you play when I'm done." Zi Baifeng said with a guilty conscience.

"Brother, you eat first, let me play with this first." Xiao Shishi stuffed the food box into Zi Baifeng's hand, reached out and grabbed the abacus, and shook it in his hand. The counting beads pinched in the middle, and immediately clamped Xiao Shi's finger.

Little Shitou felt the pain, let go of his hand, and the abacus fell to the ground and fled outside.

Little Shitou pounced and pressed the abacus on the ground, and you pounced on the ground and fought together.

Only then did Zi Baifeng feel that his stomach was so hungry that he hurriedly opened the food box, and when he saw the two dishes and one soup inside, his index finger moved wildly.

Although the meals were so bland that they didn't even have any greasy food, Zi Baifeng, who was hungry to a certain extent, ate deliciously.

The little stone and the abacus over there have already decided the winner, the abacus is obediently held by the little stone in his arms, and the little stone is playing abacus with the abacus.

This is... the earliest handheld game console in the world.Zi Baifeng thought boredly.

Unexpectedly, after playing with Xiaoshi for a while, the abacus became weaker and weaker, and it didn't move at all after a while.

"Brother!" Little Shitou turned pale with fright, "The abacus is dead!"

Zi Baifeng looked intently, where is he dead?It was that the spiritual power of the abacus had been exhausted, but Zi Baifeng could see clearly that a part of the spirituality remained and penetrated into the abacus, shining with a faint light.

"Hey, does this abacus have the qualifications to become a demon?" Zi Baifeng was startled.

"Don't be afraid, it's not dead, it's tired." Zi Baifeng picked up a pen and rewrote the formula, and suddenly it was a good idea.

He is no longer worried about explaining to Xiao Shitou... This guy's nerves seem to be rough...

The point is that Dad has a headache!
Threatening Xiao Shitou not to tell his father the abacus, otherwise he will not play with him, Xiao Shitou hurriedly agreed.

In the afternoon, the little stone stayed here to help Zi Baifeng. With that miraculous calculation, the little stone with an awl on his butt unexpectedly sat still.

(End of this chapter)