Author: Shui Qianche

After sending Zuo Si away, Mi August went on to other things.

Du Lianhua's early appearance gave her a sense of urgency. With her speed of development, it was not too slow. With her current strength as a Yin Shen, it would not be difficult to kill Du Lianhua. But her Yin Shen identity would eventually be used.

There are some limitations. She alone is powerful, and it is not enough to face everything that may happen in the future.

For example, now that Du Lianhua has gone to the inner gate of Du'e Academy, she can't do anything to him for the time being.

However, the sense of urgency was not enough to make her panic. It just prompted her to speed up her pace, and the people in her hands also had to move faster.

Mi August first released the gambling house monster in the book of good and evil.

In just a few days, the woman in palace clothes became more and more haggard, and even her clothes lost their luster.

It looked at Mi August with fear, no longer as confident and charming as before.

Mi August looked at it and said: "As a monster who is good at all kinds of gambling, you should be good at arithmetic."

Woman in palace costume:???

What does this say?

Mi August didn't care whether it understood it now or not, he asked the housekeeper to send it to the counting house.

Nowadays, there are more people in Siye Mansion and more people are engaged in real estate. The income and expenditure from night tours, night tour newspapers, elixirs, talismans, government appointments, etc. are far from what they used to be. In the past, there was only one old accountant.

The husband can handle it (there is nothing to do on weekdays), but now it has been added to three people, and it turns out that it is not enough.

Of course, now that Si Yefu has become a part of the Zhai Ling, the Zhai Ling is very clear about what he has. It’s just that Mi August feels that it’s overkill for the Zhai Ling to focus on this aspect, and it just so happens that Xiaopang’s change makes her

Get some inspiration, Siye Mansion is her territory, and the people inside will have to adapt to the existence of weirdness sooner or later, so it's good to seep in little by little.

The woman in palace clothes was so confused that she was moved to another place by the housekeeper in the blink of an eye.

The people in the accounting room were shocked when they saw such a charming and beautiful woman arriving.

While he was doing the calculations, the old man raised his head and dropped the brush in his hand, staining a piece of the bill he had just calculated.

"This? This?"

The housekeeper told Mi August's instructions.

When the three of them heard that this was sent by Master Mi, they didn't hesitate. When they learned that this woman who looked like an ordinary person was actually not a real person like the chubby one in the night class, but a monster.

Feeling surprised.

After the housekeeper finished explaining, he left.

The three old accountants were left looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

The woman in palace clothes was very weak. She wanted to eat the three people in front of her to recover, but the cruel reality prevented her from doing so.

Now that she has left her hometown, she is in the same situation as Xiaopang when she first came here, and even more miserable than Xiaopang. At least Xiaopang's "hometown of the boarding house" is still there, but the gambling house on which it relied for survival is gone.

I don't know how far I am from home.

After a while of silence, the old accountant said, "Well, what do you call this girl?"

The woman in palace clothes didn't say anything. How did it get the name of a vassal monster?

The old accountant lived in embarrassment.

The young man on the right whispered: "The chubby guy in the night class was asked his name before, but he didn't say anything at first. Later, everyone called him chubby and he agreed."

The young man glanced at the woman in palace clothes, who also looked at him. They looked at each other. The young man looked away embarrassedly and said to the old accountant: "This girl may not have a name."

"Then what should we do?" the old accountant said, "Master Mi sent it here. We have to get along with it frequently in the future. We can't even call him by his name."

The young man said: "How about the old man pick one for it?"

When the old accountant heard this, he looked at the woman in palace clothes and asked, "What do you think, young lady?"

The woman in palace clothes nodded indifferently. What could she feel? How could a dying prisoner refuse?

The old accountant looked at it, and finally his eyes settled on the woman's exposed hands.

"The jade-fingered Qianqian is a good abacus hand." The old accountant looked at the haggard and pale face of the palace-dressed woman again, with more pity in his eyes, "If the girl doesn't dislike it, she can take my surname and call her Chu Qianqian."

The woman in palace clothes nodded indifferently.

The old accountant was beaming with joy.

The two people on the left and right understood the reason at once: the old accountant might have considered the new "Chu Qianqian" as his adopted daughter.

It's no wonder that the old accountant suddenly came up with this idea. He had been in Siye Mansion for most of his life, without a wife or children. At this time, a woman was suddenly sent to him. Although the woman looked charming, she was haggard and pale, which made her even more pitiful. In addition, her temperament

He is really well-behaved (I have to bow my head under the eaves), and I will work here again in the future, so the old accountant can't help but feel the need to take care of me.

Moreover, this person always easily develops a sense of responsibility for the things he names. Once the name Chu Qianqian was recognized, the old accountant wanted to take care of him as his own child.

As for knowing that Chu Qianqian is a monster and not a real person, in the old accountant's opinion: the monsters in Si Ye Mansion are all good.

Look at Feng Baozi, Feng Mingzi, Xiaopang...each of them is extremely good.

"Let's do this. You will be in charge of the reception desk in the future. Qianqian is good-looking and will give our accountant a good look." Mr. Old Accountant decided Chu Qianqian's position.

Chu Qianqian still nodded.

After not hearing her speak for so long, the old accountant couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Can you speak?"

"Yes." Chu Qianqian said.

The old accountant was relieved, "Where's the abacus?"

He had planned to spare half a day to teach Chu Qianqian how to settle accounts and identify the people in Siye Mansion.

Chu Qianqian felt that this old man had many problems. Due to Mi August's intimidation, he did not have a fight with the old accountant. He walked directly to the counter and opened the book that looked like an account book on the table. He turned it over with one hand and turned it over with the other.

The abacus was crackling, and the sound of the beads on the abacus colliding was fast, crisp and pleasant as it moved its fingers. Soon after it finished flipping through the abacus, it stopped using the abacus, then picked up a pen and wrote down accurate numbers on each page.

The three old accountants looked on with their mouths agape.

Chu Qianqian looked at their stupid expressions. Except for the lack of despair and fear, it was very similar to the expressions of the guests after winning a bet in the past.

This made it habitually raise the corners of its lips, showing a charming and proud smile. When it turned over with its left hand to hold a flower, it put the pipe in its mouth and took two puffs. As a result, it turned over and became lonely. It is too weak now and has no pipe.

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A proud smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and Chu Qianqian sighed, how can she live like this?

The old accounting gentlemen also looked at each other after they came to their senses, and they were also thinking: As long as the people (weirds) sent by Master Mi are too powerful, how can ordinary people like them live?

"Chu Qianqian?" Mi August learned from Zhai Ling that the woman in palace clothes also had a name. She smiled and said, "It sounds better than Little Fatty."

Zhai Ling said: "Little Fatty was originally called by the children. Mr. Accountant is a scholar after all."

Mi August nodded and stopped caring about this matter, concentrating on studying the prescription that he had obtained not long ago.

The time soon came when Mi Feixue was out of school, and when the child returned to the old house, Mi August also came out of the laboratory.

The two had dinner together. Mi August took Mi Feixue and walked around the old house to eat. While walking, they chatted, "I plan to give Ah Zhai a name. Do you have any ideas for the baby?"

The air around him shook for a moment, and then became fresher and fresher.

Mi Feixue tilted her head, wasn't she called A Zhai?

Mi August said: "Now that Siye Mansion has become part of the house, our residence should also be distinguished from it."

The two of them walked outside the door of the old house. Mi August looked up, and Mi Feixue followed her and looked up.

There was a lantern hanging above the door of the old house. The sky was not completely dark at this time, but the lantern automatically lit up under the gaze of the two people. You didn't need to think twice to know that this was the operation of the house spirit.

The slightly swaying lantern indicates a restrained yet turbulent mood in the house spirit.

Mi August smiled and said: "It's time to hang a plaque."

Mi Feixue smiled happily thinking about what Mi August said about 'our residence'. This is her and August's home!

She pulled Mi August's sleeve and shook it.

Mi August lowered her head, and it was rare to see a child's eyes full of light and longing. Her youth and maturity had faded away from her, and her face was as innocent and cute as she should be at this age, silently longing for something from her elders.

Mi August bent down and picked her up.

Ever since Mi Feixue started to go to school, it was rare for Mi August to be held in his arms like this.

She blushed in embarrassment and was reluctant to be so close, so she pursed her lips and looked at Mi August nervously.

Mi August laughed, "So, baby, do you have any good opinions?"

Mi Feixue stared at her seriously.

Mi August tilted his head, "Do you want me to pick up the baby?"

Mi Feixue nodded.

Mi August said deliberately: "The little lazy guy doesn't want to use his brain."

Mi Feixue opened her eyes wide and shook her head. Mi August pinched her cheek and said with a smile: "Let's call it Ye Chunfeng. The baby will write the plaque. This time the baby can't be lazy."

As soon as she finished speaking, the butler of the house spirit came out quickly carrying a plaque, and then the writing desk, pen and ink were placed in front of the two of them within a few seconds.

After doing this, the housekeeper stood straight aside, respectful and silent, as if what he just did was just normal service to the master.

Mi Feixue fell to the ground and picked up the horse hair.

The pen used to write the plaque is much thicker than that used for normal writing. Mi Feixueren is small and his hands are small, so it seems very difficult to hold it.

Mi August had no intention of helping. The reason why she asked Mi Feixue to write was because Mi Feixue was a member of the family. One of them named the other and the other wrote the names. The parent-child interaction was perfect. Secondly, Mi Feixue

Xue has special abilities, so Mi August felt that it would be better for her to write the story than for herself in human form.

As for the last point, Mi August considers that his calligraphy skills are not as good as Mi Feixue's.

A girl of several years old was holding a thick brush. Before writing, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Mi August.

Mi August smiled gently.

Mi Feixue was so nervous that her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she lowered her head to face the plaque, she returned to her usual cold expression.

It looks quite impressive. Mi August looked at the little guy's profile and thought amusedly.

There is a 'person' who is actually more nervous than Mi Feixue.

Zhai Ling stared straight at the pen in Mi Feixue's hand.

Then the pen was written on the plaque——

…

【Night Spring Breeze(Dian Ling)】

[spiritual object]

[The palace creatures, the palace and the home, are of infinite utility]

[It can’t be done without it within the scope of Ye Chunfeng. Only you can’t think of it. It is so powerful at home robbery that others are envious and cry.]

[…]

In the evening, Mi Feixue had already gone to the night tour class. At this time, more than an hour had passed since she wrote the plaque for the old house and hung it up.

Mi August opened the book of good and evil and looked at the original page of the house spirit. Seeing the changed words on it, he was a little surprised but also expected. He rubbed the page with his fingertips and fell into deep thought.

Relatives are here. I feel unwell and my writing is a bit slow. I will be fine once I get through these difficult first two days_(:з」∠)_(Congratulations to the housekeeper for mentioning your name today)
Chapter completed!