"Um?"

The old man in blue shirt changed his expression: "This is impossible! I counted it twice, and there were a total of 236 stacks!"

"You were wrong."

Fang Zheng's tone was stable: "Maybe you missed two bags, or you were not arithmetic."

"nonsense!"

The old man in blue shirt looked even more ugly: "I am proficient in "The Sutra" and familiar with "The Four Yuan Jade Mark", and I cannot calculate it wrong!"

"Old sir."

Fang Zheng frowned. This man was really stubborn.

"If you insist on thinking we are wrong, it's nothing to do it again, but if you are wrong, what should you say?"

"Do it again, do you need to make up for the delayed work?"

"this……"

The old man in green clothes paused and couldn't help looking at Master Song Er.

"Old sir."

Fang Zheng slowed down his voice and said, "Everyone can make mistakes. It's no big deal. If you think I've calculated it wrong, you can do it again."

"I want to recalculate it, it's much more convenient than if we recalculate it?"

"snort!"

The old man shouted softly, his eyes flashed for a moment, and then he shook his sleeves and took out a booklet on his body.

The booklet records the amount of rice and grain stored today.

Jiujiu Song is the basis of calculation scriptures, so the old man naturally became familiar with it. Even if he multiplies with double digits, he could use calculations to calculate the calculations.

But facing a group of coolies, he would rather believe that they made a mistake.

Not long.

Although the old man didn't say anything, his face had become extremely ugly and his wrists were even trembling.

"May I have your name?"

Master Song's eyes flashed and suddenly looked at Fang Zheng.

"Go back to the main house."

Fang Zheng bowed: "Below."

“Fangzheng.”

Mr. Song nodded gently: "Everyone can make mistakes. This is a good thing. Are you proficient in arithmetic?"

"I can't be mastered, I know a little bit."

Fang Zheng shook his head. He was a real liberal arts student, but now he regrets his previous choice.

In this world, science students believe it is easier to get life.

"Learn from literacy?"

“Know some.”

“Can you know how to write?”

“I can’t write much.”

"so."

Mr. Song nodded and said with a move: "Get paper and pen, please write two words and I'll see."

Paper and pen were delivered quickly.

Fang Zheng pondered for a while and wrote down his names and Zhang Chuwu. These words were relatively simple.

"The word is good."

Mr. Song raised his eyebrows and his eyes were unexpectedly exposed.

Indeed, although Fang Zheng was not used to the paper and pen in his hand and his movements were a little unfamiliar, the font still showed a bit of beauty and vigorousness.

This kind of word cannot be practiced every few years.

Zhang Chuwu spoke out to help: "Brother Fang is a county town that comes with the new magistrate Wang."

"oh!"

Mr. Song's expression changed and his expression became solemn.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It's just a half-way walk. I don't know Lord Wang."

Zhang Chuwu opened his mouth slightly, and he felt annoyed in his heart.

Brother Fang is too honest. He didn't see that Mr. Song was willing to give some advice. This is a good time to take advantage of the power, so how can he waste it in vain!

Fangzheng, it’s really as its name is, a bit too square!

"That's how it is."

Sure enough, Mr. Song's expression also relaxed slightly and was no longer so serious.

After a pause, he said, "Fangzheng, I lack a temporary accountant here. Are you willing to do it?"

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up and said, "I don't know what to say about wages?"

"Um……"
Chapter completed!