When Shen Zhezi returned to the manor, it was already nearly evening. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the clerks in the account room had already left, leaving only Qian Feng to collect and seal the remaining books under the command of his servants.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the verification results, liquidation is carried out only during the daylight when there is sufficient light. Although there is lighting at night, the candle flame is always flickering, and those accounts are quite wrong and ambiguous, so it is better to rest early to recuperate.

"Xiao Langjun went to inspect the valley again?"

After getting acquainted with each other, Qian Feng was no longer formal, and asked Shen Zhezi with a smile, although the scar on his face was still slightly hideous, it was no longer as shocking as before.

Shen Zhezi nodded, walked back to his seat and picked up the abacus, and saw Qian Feng sitting back and ordering someone to continue accounting for the accounts, and couldn't help but persuade: "Uncle still has to pay attention to his work and rest, these accounts are numerous, and there are thousands of things, so there is no need to be in a hurry." ”

Qian Feng smiled after hearing this: "I always have to finish it as soon as possible to feel at ease, I am not an interesting person, and it is fun to bury the first case." ”

This is probably the workaholic of ancient times, during this time, Shen Zhezi is still happy to see Qian Feng's lack of skills, and it seems that only these chores can make him feel fulfilled and meaningful.

Such a person, not to mention in the current retreat, even in the future when the pace of life is so fast, is rare. This kind of person who is extremely capable and takes pleasure in his work is a treasure no matter what era he is.

However, Shen Zhezi thought about it again, Qian Feng seemed to have nothing else to do except take care of the affairs of the manor. He was already a person who did not exist in the world, and his scope of activities was limited to the Shen family's forces. Because of his crime of rebellion, the old mother, wife and children are now all taken in and hidden by their father in Huiji, and it is rare to see each other.

Shen Zhezi couldn't bear to see the boring ascetic life of this father's good friend, so he said again: "You must always combine work and rest in order to have a long time." Uncle, you might as well take some time to go out and go to Qianxi Village for a while to dance and recuperate. ”

"Haha, I'm almost not confused, and I'm still in prison again, so why bother to go to the abrupt beauty."

Qian Feng laughed, and then sighed: "Xiao Langjun has a unique strategy, and many wonderful ideas are not only refreshing, but also cut into the disadvantages of the times. Although the affairs are numerous, they are well organized. Compared with the past when it was impossible to chase and be in fear all day long, those who are in charge of our work, with the tail of the horse, can have an inch of joy when they enter, and they are happy in it, how dare they say that they are slack. ”

Seeing that he was persuaded not to move, Shen Zhezi simply sat back and helped to sort out today's accounts together. It took more than half a moment for a lot of data to be entered into the general ledger one by one.

After putting away the account book, Shen Zhezi thought that Qian Feng was going to rest, but he didn't expect this guy to look at the sky and say, "Xiao Langjun, go and rest, I'm going to wait in Xiaolou again." ”

The small building is an independent secluded courtyard set up by Shen Zhezi in the manor, and it is a place for collecting evidence. If there is a corrupt person in the steward of each manor, he shall go to the prescribed place within the prescribed time to confess his misdeeds, and the charges shall be punished lightly. In order to prevent those with ill intentions from falsely accusing others of endangering themselves, it is stipulated that only their own crimes should be stated, and nothing else should be involved.

Originally, the stewards of the manor scoffed at this double rule, but after Shen Zhezi forcibly arrested Wu Ru's family, some people couldn't feel at ease in their hearts, and occasionally went to the small building to confess and strive for leniency when the night was quiet. Such a voluntary surrender can greatly reduce the workload of the inventory.

Seeing Qian Feng walking briskly towards Xiaolou, Shen Zhezi really couldn't understand how a person could get such abundant energy. Probably this guy was born for rebellion, and now the agricultural cooperatives promoted by Shen Zhezi are not hesitant to be on another form of secession, which stimulates the enthusiasm of the born anti-bones. Probably......

It was already dusk, and Shen Zhezi walked to his residence in the manor with an abacus in his hand. I originally planned to go back to the old mansion tonight to see my mother Wei and his little brother Shen Jin, but when I thought that if I met his third uncle Shen Hong, I would have to nag non-stop, so I simply didn't go back.

Now the entire Longxi Manor is Shen Zhezi's private territory, with hundreds of hectares of land and thousands of people. Even if the old guys in the old mansion came over, there was no room for them to interfere with their beaks. It's not that Shen Zhezi wants to take power, it's just that the integration naturally caused the current situation.

He and Qian Feng cooperate with each other, and they have built the entire manor like an iron bucket. As long as he is in the manor, no one can force him. If Shen Hong wanted to come here to get him into school, he gave an order and threw him off the wall.

Walking into his small courtyard, Shen Zhezi suddenly heard the faint sound of string music echoing in the courtyard, and he couldn't help but be a little curious. He himself does not know the rhythm of music, and none of the servants and maids in the door are good at this way, and there is no one in the courtyard today, how can anyone play the piano in his own courtyard?

Recently, he has also listened to some ghost stories that circulate in the countryside, even if he doesn't believe it in his heart, he will always be infected after listening to it too much. I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but suddenly a clear syllable came into his ears, and his heart was a little hairy.

He motioned for his servants behind him to pick up their clubs, and followed him quietly to the sound of the music, ready to find out. If I am lucky enough to meet the ghost writer Gan Bao in Jiankang in the future, talk about the story of Shen Weizhou's ghost hunting.

At this time, the moonlight is hazy, the shadows in the courtyard are mottled, and the night breeze is cold and cold, which makes the atmosphere a little gloomy and compassionate. Shen Zhezi bent his waist, holding the abacus in his hand, and sneaked into the courtyard along the shadow of the corner.

Suddenly, there was a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing behind it, or being caressed by an invisible ghost's hand. Shen Zhezi buzzed in his mind, and the whole person froze in place, the cold hairs all over his body stood up suddenly, and it took a while to hear a slightly chaotic breathing sound.

Shen Zhezi twisted his stiff neck and looked back, only to see the servant holding a bamboo stick in his hand, hunched behind him, and the cool breath on the back of his neck was his breath!

People are scary, scared to death!

Shen Zhezi glanced at the man with a little shame, and motioned for him to take a step back and stay away from him. However, after this incident, the tension in my heart was reduced a little, and when I heard the intermittent sound of playing the piano at that time, I no longer felt inexplicably cold.

The master and servant all hunched over their waists and continued on their way like thieves, until they finally approached the source of the sound of the harp, in a small pavilion by the canal on the left side of the courtyard. On the right side of the pavilion, there is a rockery that resembles a dangerous peak, and the shadow cast by the moonlight just shrouds the pavilion, and only a vague black shadow can be seen from a distance.

"You go over there!"

Shen Zhezi whispered to his servants to go around to the back of the rockery, and he himself ran into the garden where the flowers and leaves had withered like a raccoon cat, and then borrowed the wilted branches of flowers and trees to get closer, ready to attack on both sides. Even if there is a ghost, he is not afraid, nervous urine is coming up, if the ghost dares to harm him, a soak of boy urine to let him taste it!

Climbing over the fence of the garden made of blue bricks, Shen Zhezi looked sideways again, only to see a flickering and jumping ghost fire hanging in the pavilion, and below the ghost fire, there was a miserable white humanoid thing. At this time, he was still a few feet away, and he saw that the servant was already approaching the rockery. So he waited patiently for a while, and when the servant was already in place, he shook the abacus in his hand and rushed to the small pavilion with a loud shout: "What the hell! ”

"Ah......h

Suddenly, a slightly mournful scream sounded from inside the pavilion, and then the white shadow suddenly jumped up.

It's actually a female ghost!

Shen Zhezi was a little disappointed, he had heard a lot of fragrant ghost stories, but even if this female ghost had a need, his current small body would be difficult to cultivate!

"Hugh harms my little Langjun!"

The servant was a loyal servant, his face turned white with fright, and he still roared and jumped up from the rockery, waving a bamboo stick to hunt the wind, and he was very brave. But this fool actually climbed to the top of the rockery, and the bamboo stick was directly pumped on the eaves of the small pavilion, and then the whole person rolled down.

Shen Zhezi was dancing the abacus with one hand and opening his robe with the other, and was about to show off his evil killer weapon, when he saw the white shadow floating towards him, he was inevitably a little in a hurry, and he couldn't untie his belt for a while.

"Xiao, Xiaolangjun, is it you......"

The white shadow on the opposite side suddenly made a timid voice, hearing this familiar tone, Shen Zhezi's movements froze, let go of the gentleman and took a few steps forward, and only vaguely recognized it by the moonlight, this so-called female ghost was the little maid Gu'er wearing a half-fur placket, embarrassed!

Shen Zhezi patted the gentleman's belt that was a little messy, and said in a slightly stern tone: "Gu'er, why are you here?" Haven't you already gone home? ”

Originally, Shen Zhezi planned to go back to the old mansion today, so he sent a few maids in the door to send some things back to the old mansion first, and the rest of the family members in Longxi Village gave them a day off. He knew that there was no one in the courtyard, and he was suspicious when he heard strange movements.

Gua Er was obviously frightened by this pair of master and servant, her pretty face was pale and bloodless, her head was twisted at the corner of her clothes, and she didn't dare to speak.

Shen Zhezi panicked, and didn't know what to say to her for a while, so he walked to the small pavilion, looked at the servant who was humming and getting up, and said angrily: "Liu Chang, did you break it?" ”

Liu Chang is the name of this servant, it is the brother of the soldier captain Liu Meng, a mother and a compatriot, it is really a world of difference.

"It's all right! Lang Jun rest assured, with me here, that ghost thing...... Hey, why is it a little lady with melons? ”

That Liu Chang got up and shook his head to pick up the bamboo stick, and then he saw the weak and shy melon standing outside the pavilion, and he was stunned.

"If you don't break it, get out!"

Shen Zhezi saw that Liu Chang's movements did not look like he was injured, and waved his hand to drive this guy away, seeing that Liu Chang left with a smirk, he turned his mind and said in a deep voice: "Don't tell others!" ”

When Liu Chang left, the atmosphere became awkward again, Gua'er stood outside the pavilion and didn't dare to approach, Shen Zhezi was also a little embarrassed, and when he saw the Yaoqin in the pavilion, he had nothing to say: "Gua'er, you actually know how to play the piano?" I don't know, so I'd better listen to it. ”

Hearing this, Gua'er lowered her head, took small steps and moved into the pavilion, and said shyly: "Gua'er has not been learning for a long time, and I am afraid that Lang Jun will ...... to hear and hear."

"Why did you suddenly think of learning this?"

Shen Zhezi saw that there was a scroll at the end of the piano that seemed to be a piano score, asked casually, picked up the piano score and looked at it with the gauze lamp, and put it back a little embarrassed, I couldn't understand it.

"Yes, it's Su Niangzi......" Gua'er's tone was even weaker, as if she was thinking of something she was ashamed to talk about, and her pretty face was even more delicate in the hazy light.

When Shen Zhezi heard this, he understood a general idea. A few days ago, he had no time to take a break, so he sent Gua'er to the tofu workshop to have a look. Su Niangzi was originally a servant of Qianxi Manor, and she learned more about color art and entertainment skills, so she must have instilled some theory into the seedlings of Gua'er, so this girl decided to learn these skills behind her back.

Turning his head to look at the slightly melancholy melon, Shen Zhezi could probably understand the panic of this girl because she didn't know how long she could maintain this attention, and sighed: "Why do you want to learn this." ”

When Gua'er heard this, her shoulders couldn't help but tremble, and her tone was already a little choked: "Nu remembers Langjun's lesson, Gua'er is vulgar and humble, and she is not worthy of learning elegant opera......"

"What is worthy, it's just that I'm not interested."

Shen Zhezi was a little speechless, motioned for Gua Er to come over and sit beside him, and put the abacus on the table: "If you really want to learn something, just learn this." If you learn well, I will have a lot of things for you to do in the future. ”

Gu'er wiped the corners of her moist eyes, and when she saw the novelty on the case, she showed curiosity. Shen Zhezi smiled a little proudly, and grabbed the little maid Hao's wrist: "I'll teach you." ”

The red sleeves are not enough to reward the strings, how can it be like a soft abacus.

Seeing the little maid's slender white fingers contrasting with the emerald abacus beads, her eyebrows frowning slightly and slightly coquettish, Shen Zhezi faintly realized the fun of those local tyrants and big bosses in later generations. If there is something to do, the secretary is fine...... Alas, wait a few years.