The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

Yan Laoer was stunned as soon as he entered the room!

God, no one told him, why is the prince in this room? !

He subconsciously covered the baggage in front of and behind him, but how could he hide it? When he was anxious, the baggage behind him couldn't be untied and became twisted like a twist.

　　　When the King of England saw this image of him, he smiled.

This Yan Huaian really doesn’t know anything.

 “What’s in the baggage?” the King of England asked curiously.

Eunuch Wang helped him untie it, and Yan Laoer hugged it tightly, laughing until he was cramping: "It's nothing, Your Majesty, it's really nothing, just bring something for my teacher."

His expression is relatively calm, but his movements are awkward, which seems to indicate that there is no silver in this place.

 The King of England is interested.

“It looks like a book, but do you have a collection of books at home?” He thought of the Yan family’s farming and reading heritage, and that Mr. Yan was a great talent in the world, and his eyes became brighter when he looked at the baggage.

 “No, it’s...” Yan Laoer continued to struggle, unable to hold back the King of England’s high interest, so he walked over quickly.

The prince knew the opportunity and quickly opened the bundle, revealing the messy books inside.

Yan Laoer:…

Hey! Uncle Wang is so neat.

Let's take a look, it's either an account book or an official document, and I'm not afraid that the prince will read it.

His teacher's big and small seals were in his arms. It was a warm but cold day, and he was wearing thick clothes, so it was hard to see. The prince could not let anyone search his body.

There is no law that says that students cannot help teachers share official duties. He was also blinded for a moment, hiding something, hiding it openly, maybe the prince would not be so careful to see it.

 The King of England turned it over.

It was also a coincidence that the account he took was not the account of the Yamen, but the account of the militia.

At this sight, I was fascinated.

Influenced by Yan Huaiwen, the Yan family's account books have been improved many times. Now they are basically in a unified format, with three pages at the front, and the first page is the general ledger.

Yan Laoer set prices for all the materials seized from Beirong. The second and third pages were densely written with the quantity and amount of material items. The fourth page had not yet entered the main topic. It was an extra page saying that it would be distributed to the border troops. More or less something.

The King of England turned back and saw that there was a small account that fell on everyone's head, so he turned back and read the first page again.

 The total ledger amount converted above surprised him!

 Looking at the reverse side that he just ignored, there are several dates and the amount of materials delivered to the Huju government office written on it.

 Good guy!

What a good guy!

 Huju is really busy doing big things!

They must have almost killed all the Beirong outside the Pass!

 The King of England began to translate again.

 Find a record of people working.

It can be seen from the above that the Huju government office was surrounded, but it continued to communicate with the outside world. It did everything it should do, including receiving supplies, settling the people rescued from the Beirong, and dispatching manpower to deliver two pieces of food to the militia. Secondary grain, those who patrol the streets, those who guard the city gates, those who stand guard on the city walls, those who sweep the streets, those who do the watch, those who collect dung... Bits and pieces, as long as they work for the government, all of them are recorded. .

 The King of England raised his head and looked at Xiao Er's father, Yan Huaian, carefully.

 He pointed to and asked questions, and the other party answered fluently.

 They can all tell the truth about it.

Especially Hu Ju’s scoring algorithm, Mr. Tian reported it to Fucheng, and Fucheng handed it over to him, which was extremely cumbersome.

 He also asked Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yan explained it in detail, but when the same thing is told by different people, it is a different description.

Yan Laoer’s words are more straightforward and easier to understand.

"...It means that money, food, meat, etc. can be circulated. We decide these not to make money from the labor and sweat of the villagers, but to give them work and earn some food. With the help of the Yamen, we can do more eventful."

The King of England suddenly asked him: "What kind of pot should I eat? Yuanyang pot?"

Yan Laoer made a sound, and it took him a long time to react.

 “Yes, one side is spicy, the other is not spicy, Yuanyang Hot Pot.”

 “What kind of meat are you boiling?” the King of England asked immediately.

Yan Laoer said honestly: "We have prepared mutton. If the prince wants to eat some of it, I will prepare it."

These words, tsk tsk, the King of England wouldn’t have asked at all if he didn’t have any thoughts.

"No, just mutton, cut it thinly, not too thick." The King of England explained. "Mr. Xue Qi's knife skills are as good as mine. Don't worry. What about that? Can you eat our spicy hot pot?" Yan Laoer asked tentatively.

 “I, the king, rinse the pot.”

Yan Laoer: Got it! Your Majesty won’t eat spicy food today, so the red pot can be spicier.

“Then...I’ll go down and get ready right now?”

 The King of England hummed.

“I am indeed happy today. My king has returned safely. This is due to the efforts of the frontier army and the militia. Xue Wang was promoted to a hundred households, and Yan Huaian was promoted to the general banner.”

“You originally wanted to call everyone, but I will join in the fun. In addition to the pot, I will also serve you some side dishes that you are good at. Let’s have a good celebration.”

 …

Yan Laoer walked out of the Yamen feeling dizzy.

Mr.

 “Yan Er! Yan Er! Here it is! Look at this!”

Yan Laoer followed the reputation and saw that it was him, so he walked over quickly.

Grab him and pull him toward the corner.

As soon as Yan Laoer dwarfed his body, Xue Wang knew what he was going to do, and the two of them squatted down in tacit understanding.

Xue Wang stared at him right away. Although Yan Laoer tried his best to hold it in, he still saw that something good had happened to this guy and he was so happy!

 “What? What’s the good news? Say it quickly!”

 "Brother Xue! Xue Baihu! You're promoted! Hahaha!" Yan Laoer raised his hands and picked up residual snow from somewhere. It was dark, and he greeted the person's face with joy.

  Xue Baihu, the new recruit, was so happy that he didn’t even bother to wipe his face.

"Is this true? Who? Did the prince give me a promotion? What happened before is over! Hahahaha! Okay! I've got more credit than you deserve, hahaha! Xue Baihu! Xue Baihu ! Damn, it just sounds good to my ears! It’s the sixth level! I’ve been promoted to two levels at once! Two levels! Haha! It’s not in vain that I worked hard to drink the wind and eat the snow! It’s worth it! It’s worth it!”

Yan Laoer pointed at himself and introduced in a serious manner: "I am Mr. Yan!" He could not hold on seriously for two seconds. He smiled so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were curved with lines.

Xue Baihu cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Yan!"

General Yan also handed over his hand: "Xue Baihu!"

 “General Manager Yan!”

 “Xue Baihu!”

 The two of us laughed at each other for a long time.

Yan Laoer said excitedly: "Zheng Qipin! Oh my God! I accidentally got into the Zhengqipin, just like my teacher, hahahaha! Xue Baihu, tell me, how much salary does the general banner get per year? I have to ride a horse. Do I have to be matched with a horse? Can I choose it myself?"

Xue Baihu is, after all, a person who once worked as a thousand households.

 Calm down after being excited for a moment.

"That's not right, Yan Er. The matter of killing prisoners was over so easily? Please tell me carefully, what did the prince say? What he said in front of you was still passed down by others. You learn it again and I will listen."

Yan Laoer was beaming with joy and was not impatient at all.

"...That's what the prince said! By the way, Lao Xue, have you finished cutting the mutton I asked you to cut? I'm afraid it's not enough, so let's cut out the other half too!"

Yan Laoer decided to show off his skills and take care of the table today.

Xue Baihu: "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" There was suspicion in his eyes: "The prince said that his safe return was the result of the border army and the militia? Didn't he mention that we were looking for Beirong outside the pass?"

 “Yes! I didn’t mention it!” Yan Laoer responded cheerfully.

  Xue Baihu:…

"Yan Er, Yan Zongqi, please wait a moment before you are happy! Let's figure it out first." Xue Zongqi frowned, "It's true that the border army and the militia saved the prince, which is a great contribution, but the problem is... we two He was not here at the time!"

Yan Laoer was dumbfounded!

 Just say it! Why do I feel that this official promotion is not secure, and I feel dizzy.

 So this is the problem!

Yes! What the hell! Old Xue and I are not here. How did this wealth fall on our heads?

 When I felt something wasn’t right while writing, I stopped and waited. Sure enough, it was a big rewrite again~

Zhaizhai wants to eat pot, just like Wenwenli, he can't eat it for several days, and he's so anxious! (╥╯^╰╥)