Hachishi Palace

The eyes of all the people in the hall were gathered on Ma Jin’s body.

Ma Jin was a little uncomfortable moving body, he suddenly said to help Yan easy, of course not brainless impulse, he was after some careful consideration.

On the way to the stone garden of the left sky, Ma Jin was meditating on his situation, although he now entered the eyes of the eight princes, but only rely on a Sui Tang interpretation and half-hanging review skills, it is like floating on the water, the foundation is not strong.

Ma Jin is used to being a long-term care, and he has to think more about the future.

Shangong industry and commerce, this class concept handed down from ancient times, slowly diluted in the big qing, the status of the merchant is much heavier than before.

But no matter how it changes, the big man is still a feudal dynasty with an official position, and a person who can only say that he is writing books is to earn more money and will not get the real respect of those powerful people.

On the contrary, Ma Jin, who is rich in the family, may be a piece of fat sprayed in their eyes.

Therefore, after Ma Jin earned the first barrel of gold, he began to make a purposeful relationship and put on a solid armor for himself.

And the four princes, Wang Yanyi, is a shiny light in Ma Jin's eyes.

...

Yan Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Ma Jin suspiciously: “Mr. Ma knows how to calculate?”

“Students are also interested in computing and have studied it privately.”Ma Jin is humble.

Jokes, you play when I was a college degree...

Ma Jin's rebirth to the big time is not a short time, there is a hotel under his hand, a book, the bookkeeping mode of understanding.

The accounts are simple, most of them are flowing accounts, and it is not difficult to calculate these for Ma Jin.

Even if the household's thinness is more complicated, Ma Jin is also confident to be competent, which is a college entrance examination mathematics test of one-third and thirty-five points of the students, from the heart of pride...

Yan Yi looked at Ma Jin deeply, as if he beckoned, and he came with Yan Yuan to run over the small eunuch of the Eight Joys Palace and obeyed the instructions.

He said a few words to the little eunuch, and the little eunuch nodded and hurried away from the hall.

After a while, the little eunuch just left and returned with a few books and an abacus, and placed it in front of Ma Jin.

"Mr. Ma, these are the household funds for the poor, the elderly and the weak in Beijing last year, can you give it a try?"

Yan Yi smiled at Ma Jin gently, pointed to the book of the account before the horse Jin, and said.

Ma Jin looked at the ledger in front of him, smiled faintly, picked up the abacus, gently moved two times, and then gently put it down, looking at his own face easily a few humane.

“Students are not good at making this thing, His Highness can take a few pieces of charcoal and some white paper for the students.”

“The charcoal?”

The eight princes and the Yan Yi brothers looked at each other, and they understood that it was used for accounting, but it was necessary for Ma Jin to look at each other.

Unbeknownst to him, he did not want to, and the eight princes waved their hands and ordered the inner servants in the hall to look for it.

Ma Jin stopped to listen to the servant in the temple, explained the pattern of charcoal to him, and when Ma Jin finished, the inner servant saluted him and left quickly.

In the inner waiter to go out to find the gap of charcoal, the young Yan Yuan could not resist his inner curiosity and asked Ma Jin: "What is the use of Mr. Ma to find this fine charcoal, is it a substitute for the acathum."

Ma Jin shook his head and explained, "No, charcoal is only written by students, and the brush can be, but there is no speed of charcoal."

The yin: “...”

Easy: “...”

...

The eight princes were almost turned upside down, irritated Ma Jin, shouting: "Since you can use the pen, then write with a pen, come to people, take pen ink."

The above sentence, running down the leg, the eighth prince ordered, and another inside the temple went out.

A moment's effort, a wolf pen, one side of the stone, four pieces of red gold emblem ink ingots, placed in the book before Ma Jin.

Ma Jin helpless, can only use the brush to make use, while the inner servant Ma Jin grinding ink kung fu, Ma Jin opened the easy to let people take the thin.

"Jingkang sixteen years on January 13, allocated 3,62 lines of silver in the north of the city nursery hall."

On February 1st, 16th, Jingkang was transferred to the Jingjing Hospital in the west of the city.

...

On April 15, 16th, Sun Yang, a wealthy businessman in the northern city, donated three hundred and two silver coins.

On August 14, 16th, the emperor ordered that all the elderly in Beijing above 60 would each issue two silver coins for the holiday and allocate 6,864,2 to 24 yuan.

...

On November 11, 16th, the Wu Guogong Province donated eight hundred and two silver medals.”

Accounts are not complicated, but a large number, which is a bit time consuming.

Ma Jin spread out the white paper, the pen licked the ink, the formula, quickly calculated.

Yan Yuan and Yan Yi saw that Ma Jin did not even use the arbiter, but wrote and painted on paper with a pen, and was curious in his heart.

Before coming to the Ma Jin case, Yan Yuan pointed to a column written by Ma Jin and asked curiously: "Mr. Ma, what are these symbols, I don't understand it."

The face on the other side is also confused.

Ma Jin stopped the calculation, moistened the pen on the end of the granite, pointed to the Arabic numerals he wrote on the white paper, and explained: "These symbols are the numbers used by the Gentiles, corresponding to our big one to nine, students are accustomed to using these symbols, fast and convenient."

“Oh.”

Yan Yuan nodded, did not know how to feel sharp, and secretly thought that Ma Jin not only wrote good-looking, but also a foreign text, which is a multi-faceted ah.

Yan Yi was also such an idea, and the look in Ma Jin's eyes slowly became a little different.

After a while, the inner servant who went out to look for charcoal also came back and handed Ma Jin a few black charcoal strips long and thin with chopsticks.

Ma Jin's charcoal, tried the hardness, although some soft, but there is no big problem, there are two painted on the paper, white tribute paper suddenly appeared two dark lines.

Well, it is clearly written.

Ma Jin nodded, satisfied with the quality of this simple charcoal pen, tore a piece of white paper, wrapped the carbon strip, only to leave a little, for writing.

With the carbon pen, if Ma Jin had divine help, he calculated faster, less than two hours, Ma Jin will account the accounts clearly, out of caution, he compared it before and after, and finally came up with the final answer.

Ma Jin also found a white paper, picked up the brush, the calculated account with a pen to copy it, blew dry ink, and handed it to the long-overlooked face and easy.

Yan Yi took the paper manuscript and carefully read it again, this account was personally accounted for, and the entries in it he also remembered very clearly, and Ma Jin calculated it at all.

Throwing the paper manuscript to the side of the face, Yan Yi looked at Ma Jin in amazement, how he counted so fast.

If you know that he is calculated, there are a few eunuchs next to help keep the account, so he also used six or seven hours to calculate.

And Ma Jin is only alone, no apocalculate, just by pen and paper, it takes less than two hours to clear the accounts.

The Wizards!

The eyes of the eyes that looked at Ma Jin became hot.