At the end of You hour, the sky is dark.

The workers lined up and took the rewards in sequence.

This is not wages, but good money for opening the market, which belongs to the additional reward given by the owner.

It costs five to ten cents.

As for wages, they will be paid together when the work is completed.

Mr. Song was still lying under the pavilion, and a small case was carried by his side, with a money box about a foot square on it.

The money box is opened and it is full of big money.

The maid who was shaking the fan stood behind the table, and the person came to counted the money and handed it over.

"Thank you, my family."

Fang Zheng took five big money, bowed to Master Song Er, and then took two steps back before turning around.

My whole body was exhausted and sore, and when I got the reward, I actually became much weaker.

"Brother Fang, go all the way back?"

Zhang Xiaoliu, who was familiar with him, came over.

"good."

Fang Zheng was fine, then touched a big money in his hand and asked, "Why is this money different from others?"

The reward given by Mr. Song today is iron coins, which is a circle larger than copper coins, but it is of considerable value.

But one of the five pieces Fang Zheng bought was smaller than the other four, which was almost the same as copper coins.

"You've been cut."

Zhang Xiaoliu glanced over and said casually: "Some people will cut the money away, then melt it with fire and then refine it. This way, five pieces can produce one more."

Is there such an operation?

However, this kind of imitation of iron coins should not be difficult. It can only be said that no matter where it is, there are opportunists.

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment before saying, "Then can I use this one?"

"Of course it can be used!"

Zhang Xiaoliuyi looked at it for granted: "But when you encounter seriousness, you may have a discount."

"Daguan Tongbao is an old money a hundred years ago, and now everyone uses Yuanyou Tongbao."

He took out a familiar copper plate from his pocket and said, "This kind of money is small, light, and much more convenient than iron coins."

"yes."

Fang Zheng nodded and collected the money.

There seems to be another kind of big money here, which is twice the value of copper coins, and is called a treasure.

The court printed money many times, but the public circulation rate was not good, which led to a lot of money circulating on the market, which has been like this in all dynasties.

"I'll take a break first and call me when the fifth day of the day comes out."

"good."

Zhang Xiaoliu responded, turned around and ran back to the yard to watch the fun.

Fang Zheng was not as energetic as him. After finding a comfortable place, he lay down to relieve the fatigue and pain on his body.

Soon, a burst of rapid footsteps came.

"Brother Fang, get up quickly, something happened inside!"

"Um?"

Fang Zheng opened his eyes and frowned: "What's wrong?"

"I can't explain it clearly in one sentence or two."

Zhang Xiaoliuyi looked impatient and said, "Go and have a look. If this matter is not handled properly, our work will probably be ruined!"

Fang Zheng felt aroused his heart, and immediately got up from the ground, followed him and ran towards the yard.

"What's going on?"

Before he got close, a low growl came from the yard.

When I entered the yard, I saw the second master of the Song family walking back and forth in front of the warehouse with his hands on his back and forth with a gloomy face.

"Second Master, I counted it twice, and there are 236 bags in this house."

An old man in green shirt narrowed his eyes and said, "Zhang Chuwu said it was 238 bags, but two bags were missing."

"impossible!"

Zhang Chuwu shouted with a tense face: "Every time we carry a bag, we will mark a piece on the booklet at the door. There are a total of 238 bags, and each is a lot!"

At this time, the coolies didn't care about watching the fun, so they surrounded each other and shouted in a whisper.

"Maybe you carried 238 bags, but there were indeed only 236 bags in the house. Where did those two bags go?"

The old man in green shirt raised his head slightly and said coldly: "If you miss two bags of rice, you have to say something, right?"

He snorted softly and said, "Or what if you do you put on the mat?"

Zhang Chuwu's face turned pale.

A bag of rice costs more than 300 yuan. The difference between the two bags of rice is not enough for their group of people!

"Second Master!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel confused.

"Second Master, you have been watching us from beginning to end. We are not doing anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.

Isn’t this accusation of the other party of the ineffective supervisor?

Sure enough, Mr. Song's face darkened and said, "No matter what, if you lose two bags, you must have an explanation."

"The goods brought from outside the city today are a certain number. If something goes wrong here, let's figure it out here!"

"No one can leave if I haven't found out!"

If there are really two bags missing, let alone the wages, even today's rewards will probably have to be taken out!

The Song family is not stingy with wages, but they are not without tough skills!

After his words fell, it also caused dissatisfaction among others.

"How can this be done!"

"Yes, we have been doing it for a day and it's not our business. It should be the responsibility of the manager."

A group of coolies started to make noise.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!"

The Song family’s warehouse is the top priority of business and has its own strict guards.

Immediately, seven or eight big men holding sticks surrounded me, each with poor eyes.

One of the big men wearing blue scarfs even shouted: "Stop talking, and if you shout loudly, just call me!"

His voice was loud and his power was even more powerful. His loud roar made the field quiet. There was only bitterness and panic on the face of the coolies.

“Count again!”

Zhang Chuwu had a gloomy face and said, "We will not make any mistakes when we take a bag and a stroke. Just count it again!"

“Recount?”

The old man in blue snorted: "There is no gap between the stacks of warehouses. You don't know arithmetic. If you want to count again, you will be carried out and counted one by one."

“…”

Zhang Chuwu clenched his teeth, his neck veins bulged, and he paused and said, "Even if you do it again, you will have to count it!"

"That's OK."

Mr. Song nodded expressionlessly: "It's better to order it again. If you are not wrong, your salary will naturally not be less."

"If there are really two bags missing..."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed away.

“We are not wrong.”

At this moment, Fang Zheng's figure walked out of the warehouse.

He gently rubbed his sore shoulders, walked towards him and said slowly, "Master, I just went in and counted. There were thirty-eight stacks in the room."

"Because the two sides of the warehouse are low and the middle are high, each pile is also different. Among them, there are six stacks of four bags, six stacks of seven stacks, six stacks of twelve stacks, seven stacks of thirteen stacks, and eight stacks of two stacks of two stacks of twelve stacks."

"There are 238 stacks in total. This gentleman probably has two stacks in a small number, but the number is different."
To be continued...