Pan Er came back both for lunch and to pay accounts. How much money was spent at the club every day and where each sum was spent was recorded. Even if it only cost a few pennies, Han Xiufeng had to write down the accounts of the past two days.

From Pan Er's account book to the new account book, the handwriting is neat and organized, and it is clear at a glance.

Since starting work, three ledgers have been filled.

Counting the other accounts of the guild hall, Han Xiufeng had to ask a carpenter to make two wooden boxes, one to hold the ledgers and the other to hold the money. Pan Er put away his ledgers and watched as he took out the keys.

Han Xiufeng, who opened the lock and took out the money from the box, asked with a wicked smile: "Fourth brother, how much money have we made since the renovation of the clubhouse?"

It’s so easy to make money with a lot of construction projects!

When you buy something, you don’t need to worry about what other people want. You don’t need to lie about how much you spent on something. You just need to find a relatively fair bank to exchange the silver for copper coins, and then record how many taels of silver you exchanged for on a certain day of the month.

Money, just what you bought with the money, who bought it from, or where you spent it.

Anyway, the copper coins on the market are light or heavy, and contain more or less copper. No one can say for sure how many copper coins one tael of silver can be exchanged for. If you go to ten banks, you can get ten prices, and the price is one per day. It may only be

It can be exchanged for 1,800 Wen, or it may be exchanged for 2,300 Wen or even more.

Thinking that he was renovating the guild hall and doing money exchange business like a bank, Han Xiufeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Everything has been rising in the past six months, and money has become less and less valuable. We exchanged money early, and we bought things

It’s too late, it’s a big loss!”

"Fourth brother, don't be too pretentious. How much will you 'lose'?"

"I haven't taken stock, so I don't know how much I've lost, but it should be four to five hundred taels."

"Why are you so 'losing' on this!"

"The guild hall is not a government office, so the 'loss' of four to five hundred taels is quite a lot." Han Xiufeng stuffed the two taels of money he had just taken out into his robe, and said with a half-smile: "And this is only half of the renovation. When the guild hall is completed,

No matter what, I have to 'lose' a thousand taels of silver."

During the few days in front of the courtyard to the west of Panxia Guild Hall, Pan Er and Fugui set up the Dragon Gate Formation every day. When he thought about Fugui saying that no matter what the money from the Yamen was used for, it would be good if 20 taels of the 100 taels could be put to practical use.

What a shame, so he asked with a grimace: "Fourth brother, your heart is too soft, you have to be half and half."

"Half and half, are you kidding!" Han Xiufeng locked the cash box and turned around and said, "It's not like you don't know that we want to earn both money and reputation now, so the clubhouse must be built well and beautifully.

I remembered that Fugui came yesterday and he had already found a job with Chongwenmen. He said that Chongwenmen happened to be in charge of the yards of several prisoners who had their homes confiscated a few years ago. The tables, chairs, benches, calligraphy and paintings were long gone, but the walls were still there.

The rockeries and corridors that cannot be moved are still there. Let us take a look at them one day when we are free. If we think they are suitable, we can pay some money, and then call a coolie to dismantle them and transport them back."

"Can the corridor be demolished?" Pan Erxiao asked.

"He said that he only wanted to demolish the ones he liked throughout the year. By the way, he also said that the Ministry of Internal Affairs had dozens of pawnshops and more than a dozen yards that had been inspected in the past. Some of the yards were filled with things that had been inspected by the imperial court in recent years.

, the ones that are intact are not preserved today, but are all damaged, including calligraphy and paintings, antiques, lacquerware, various random ornaments, as well as tables, chairs and benches.”

"What do we need all that junk for?"

"What if waste can be turned into treasure?" Han Xiufeng sorted out the account books, picked up the list of Chongqing's Jinshi over the years copied from the provincial library, looked at him with a smile and said, "I remember you hired a helper during the Chinese New Year.

The friend who repairs antique calligraphy and paintings seems to be from Shandong."

Pan Er suddenly remembered that he had such a friend, and blurted out: "Huo Chenxing is from Jinan, Shandong, but I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know if he has returned to his hometown."

"You'll know if you have time to go and take a look. Besides, the capital is so big and he's not the only one who can do this. If we can't find him, we can also find someone else. You are an expert in this kind of thing. Go back and find someone reliable. Once you find him, we will take him

Let’s pick them all together, especially those that can be repaired and used by the guild, and we won’t accept the ones we can’t use as free gifts.”

"That's right, it doesn't cost money to bring it back, but it does cost money to repair it." Pan Er became more and more excited as he thought about it, and said with excitement: "If I can find some useful old things, I can put them in the clubhouse. Although the house is newly built,

But it can also have a bit of an antique tone, Master Ji and the others seem to like this tone."

"I thought so too."

"This matter must be done quickly. If it can be done, we can still lose more."

Pan Er had been watching at the clubhouse the past few days. It was a rare trip back and he didn't want to go back like this. He looked at the roster in Han Xiufeng's hand and asked curiously: "Fourth brother, what are you doing looking at this?"

"Didn't I tell you at the guild hall the day before yesterday that after the Xiangxian Temple is built, it must be dedicated to the Xiangxian."

"Didn't you think about who is in and who is not?"

"After thinking about it, I went to the northern half of the alley this morning, and Master Ji nodded."

"Master Ji has nodded, why are you still worried?"

Han Xiufeng put down the list and said with a smile: "I'm not worried. It's just that Mr. Ji was kind-hearted and insisted on letting me write letters to the descendants of those sages. He wanted the descendants of those sages to accept my love, but I couldn't help the sages from Ba County."

I am not familiar with any of my descendants, let alone those from other prefectures and counties. No one knows their surnames, so how can I write this letter?"

"If you don't know, hurry up and find out," Pan Er sat at the desk and said with envy on his face, "Fourth brother, this is a huge favor, don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

"What a huge favor, it's not as simple as you think."

"Why isn't it simple?"

Han Xiufeng took out the list of sages he had drafted and explained: "Don't even think about it. If sages like Zhou Huang, Lord Zhou and Lord Wang Shu don't enter the Xiangxian Temple, who will? If I really write a letter to their descendants, not only will they

They won't accept my kindness, but they will think that I am trying to curry favor with them."

"That's true, but it's not just these sages, there are others!"

"Some people definitely want their ancestors to enter the rural ancestral hall, but they will not accept my request. You must know that we are talking about rural virtuous and famous officials. Who can enter and who cannot enter, I am not the only one who donates.

The Ninth Grade Candidate Inspector can decide. If I really write to people, they will definitely think that I want to use the Jianxiang Xian Temple to defraud them of their money. Even if they don't think of me as a liar, they will think that I want to use this to curry favor with them.

"

Pan Er said without hesitation: "We want to curry favor with them!"

Han Xiufeng was so dumbfounded that he slapped the desk and said, "It's one thing to want to curry favor, but another thing to be able to curry favor. If you curry favor but can't, it's better not to curry favor. Although I, Han Zhixing, only donate money,
Chapter completed!