In the afternoon, Jia Langzhong, Liu Si Ku and others from Taicang had been wandering outside the courtyard where Zhu Ping'an was checking the accounts, and their eyes were paying attention to the movements in the courtyard from time to time to ensure that as soon as Zhu Ping'an came out, they could know it as soon as possible.

They also tried to enter the yard, but the people in the East Factory were too conscientious, not to mention them, even a bird didn't want to fly into the yard, so they could only wait outside, waiting for Zhu Ping'an to come out.

Wait, wait, wait.

The sun gradually set in the west, the setting sun slowly dyed most of the sky red, and the Ku Bing and others all returned home one after another, and there was still no movement in the courtyard where Zhu Ping'an checked the accounts, and Zhu Ping'an showed no signs of returning home.

After another half an hour, the last rays of the sunset reluctantly disappeared into the horizon, and the gloomy dusk gradually filled the earth.

"It's going to be dark, Zhu Ping'an's eyes are so sharp-eyed that this dog's day, can you still see it? It can't be falling asleep in the room again, right? Zhao Langzhong stomped his feet, squinted his eyes and glanced at the courtyard immersed in the twilight, pouted, and scolded in a low voice.

"It's possible, when we went to see him yesterday, he slept like a pig on that small bed, and his saliva was dripping a lot....." The treasurer who was familiar with Zhao Langzhong on the side also laughed in a low voice.

But as soon as they finished speaking, they saw that in the courtyard, the room where Zhu Ping'an was checking the accounts suddenly lit up, and the dim candlelight shone out through the window.

"Why are you lighting the candles on this dog day?" Zhao Langzhong's eyes widened suddenly, rubbed his hands, and gritted his teeth hatefully.

After the sun set, the sky quickly darkened, and by this time, Zhu Ping'an had almost finished checking the account books of the fifth box, and there were only more than ten books left, so Zhu Ping'an lit two candles and prepared to check the more than ten account books before going home.

After more than half an hour, the sky became darker and thicker, as if a basin of water had been splashed with half a bottle of ink.

When Zhao Lang and the others were impatient, they heard a "squeak" to open the door, and then looked into the courtyard, and then saw Zhu Ping'an walking from the room to the courtyard, and thanked the blood-dripping sword and others on duty.

"Lord Zhu has a hundred hearts, I will wait here tonight to keep the account book safe." Dripping Blood Sword Zhang Guyi arched his hand and said.

The Dongchang fans on duty in the courtyard also followed to Zhu Ping'an with a fist salute, and today Zhu Ping'an stayed at home and worked hard to check the accounts, which left a deep impression in their hearts. They are responsible for monitoring officials, celebrities, and scholars in the capital, and there are really few officials like Zhu Ping'an.

"There are Lao Zhang Baihu and all the officials, when the Taicang inspection is completed, Ping An will ask for credit for Zhang Baihu and you."

Zhu Ping'an thanked Zhang Guyi and the Dongchang Fanzi on duty in the courtyard one by one, and promised to report their merits on duty after the inspection was completed, and ask them for credit.

As long as the account book is successfully checked, the audit will be half successful, and the account book will be successfully checked, and the people of the East Factory will be on duty to protect the account book.

Zhu Ping'an is not a person who is greedy for merit, and reporting their merit on duty is a convenient thing.

Why not do it if you can do it easily.

And in this way, it can also make the people of Dongchang more dedicated, and kill more birds with one stone, why not do it.

Zhu Ping'an's words are effective.

Zhang Baihu didn't care about this credit, but when the other Dongchang fans heard Zhu Ping'an say to ask for credit for them, their eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but look forward to it.

They are now the lowest-level soldiers in Dongchang, also known as Fanzi, although they usually handle cases outside, they have a lot of means to make money in private, but there is a good saying that "a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier", and in the same way, a fan who doesn't want to be promoted is not a good fan. They want to be promoted more, and they want to be promoted from the fan service to the captain, which is the so-called "stall head", and after being promoted, they have more power and more oil and water.

Think about it, although it is only a work on duty, but it is related to the inspection of Taicang, this is a great achievement.

With this kind of credit, and then make a little money to find a relationship, promotion is not a matter of pushing the boat.

Therefore, the Dongchang Fanzi on duty warmed up in his heart, and he was more attentive to the guard, his eyes were bright, as if he had installed a radar, to ensure that even an ant did not want to get close to the room where the ledger was.

After Zhu Ping'an, Zhang Baihu and others said goodbye, they walked out of the courtyard.

"Oh, my Lord Zhu, you have worked too hard to check the accounts, from early in the morning to late in the morning, you are really a model for my generation. I saw it in my eyes and hurt it in my heart, and I hated to check the accounts for Master Zhu. ”

"That's right, Master Zhu is so conscientious, he is really an example for us and other Taicang people to learn."

"It's a dream to sleep at night......"

Jia Langzhong, Zhao Langzhong, and others, who had been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time, greeted them as soon as possible, and they were very enthusiastic one by one, even Zhao Langzhong, who was still scolding his mother just now, was smiling like a sunflower at this time.

"Where, where you are praised, you are ashamed of peace." Zhu Ping'an knew the enthusiasm of the people in Taicang, and replied politely.

"Zihou doesn't need to be modest, if my officials in the Ming Dynasty are as dedicated to their duties as Zihou, then my Ming people will be blessed." Jia Langzhong said with a smile, and after speaking, he pulled Zhu Ping'an's sleeve and warmly invited, "Zihou checked the accounts for us Taicang for a day, we are grateful, and we have prepared a little wine and side dishes. ”

"No merit is not rewarded, Lord Jia, Lord Zhao and all the adults, you are too polite, and Ping An is just doing his duty." Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly and excused himself.

Just kidding, a gentleman doesn't stand a dangerous wall. Judging from your anomalies today, I must be suspicious, who knows if you have done anything in your meals, and I don't want to take this risk.

"Zihou is so prevaricated, but he looks down on me?" Zhao Langzhong glared and made an angry look.

"What did Lord Zhao say, how could Zihou look down on me and others, isn't it Zihou?" Jia Langzhong reprimanded Zhao Langzhong, and then looked at Zhu Ping'an, his eyes full of expectation.

"Ahem, that's what Lord Zhao said. But here's the case, just while I was looking through the ledger, I was a little hungry, so I ate dinner in my room. It's a pity that Ping An only has one stomach, and he really can't eat it, otherwise how could Ping An refuse. ”

Zhu Ping'an coughed and explained to Jia Lang and others apologetically.

Hehe, sorry, I've already eaten it.

After Zhu Ping'an finished explaining, he looked at Jia Lang with a frank face, looking like he wanted but couldn't.

"It's okay, then next time." Jia Langzhong seemed to have thought of it a long time ago, smiled indifferently, and continued to pull Zhu Ping'an's sleeve and said, "It's also that I forgot, today Zihou checked the accounts, we just remembered that there are still some Taicang 'conventions' that have not yet been told to Zihou, these 'conventions' are related to Taicang's daily income and expenditure, and it is necessary to give Zihou a detailed explanation." ”