It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 297

On the morning of the day when the monthly salary was due, Jiang Yan had just entered the house and sat down to play with the abacus when he saw the manager come in in a good mood.

Mu Shiba took out two small strings of copper coins from his purse and placed them in front of Jiang Yan and Jiang An's desks respectively. "Twelve copper coins. Count them yourself to see if you have enough."

"Nothing less."

"Nothing less."

This amount can be finished in a flash.

After confirming that everything was correct, the manager standing by cleared his throat and began to comment on Jiang Yan and Jiang An's work over the past ten days.

Jiang Yan was distracted and thought: Is this considered a morning meeting? They don't come every ten days, do they? ... She didn't know how long the review would take. She just compared the amount of tasks for today, and it wasn't less at all. She couldn't finish it before the end of the day and have to work overtime, right?

Now that it was getting dark earlier and earlier, and the working hours were not getting off early, they had to light the oil lamps provided by the government. The oil lamps they were given were of very poor quality. Not only did the thick smoke hurt their eyes, but the smell was also a bit strong.

When the cliff fruit lamp oil is produced next year, I can suggest that Manager Hao San sell some of it to the government.

If they had not reached a verbal agreement beforehand to exchange two years of cliff fruit lamp oil for all daily mountain products, Jiang Yan would have wanted to sell them himself.

The manager was very satisfied with Jiang An's work performance. The praise and encouragement made the young man, who had just turned thirteen, full of energy and he wanted to devote himself to work immediately.

"As for Jiang Yan..." the steward dragged out the last syllable.

Is she going to be a control group?

"Jiang Yan is doing pretty well. She hasn't made any mistakes in anything she's handled. Although she dozed off at work a few days ago, she hasn't done that again and is very energetic."

"The master is generous and is willing to give you two more copper coins. Do your best from now on."

Jiang Yan smiled broadly in response. Surprisingly, he didn't criticize her.

Speaking of which, Miss Fu's acting training was really useful, especially when facing the steward of her family, it was not in vain at all.

As for the steward's expectations, Jiang Yan felt that the next ten days might disappoint him.

The passion she had felt for the "secret" had largely faded.

After several days of calculating the accounts, apart from confirming that it should be the account book of Rongding County, she currently only saw that most of the people were over-taxed, and there was no explosive clue that she expected to see.

But then again, even if there were these relevant account books, how could they possibly be handed over to two temporary workers to calculate them...

In the study in the front yard, Fu An watched his subordinates calculating furiously with their pens, and curiously picked up a book to read.

After flipping through more than ten pages, he pressed his brows. There were so many important things to do, why was he bothering himself with these unimportant things?

When asked, the inspector in front of him casually handed over a paper filled with writings:

"This is all the money that that thief from Rongding County plundered two years ago. I've had someone check with the capital to see if the total tax amount has been reconciled. He'll have to pay back whatever's missing."

Although I was mentally prepared, I was still a little shocked when I saw the amount. "Why is it so much? He's even greedier than County Magistrate Huang!"

Fu Jian snorted and said, "I've already sent people to collect the ransom money. Don't even think about paying less than a copper coin.

You can rest assured, we will definitely not spend any more money or materials to help the people in Rongding County."

Fu An: "...Even if you want to pay, Curry has no money left."

When Jiang Yan opened a new account book, he inexplicably felt something was wrong.

The rent for one field of three mu belongs to the family of Cao in Guozhuang, Jiaba, in the northwest of the city. A male adult has no male children, and no female children.

She had calculated the amount for this household and still remembered it. In comparison, this time the amount of land under their name had drastically decreased to almost nothing, the number of people was very different, and the tax grain was only a fraction of the required amount.

Is this the account book before or after?

Did Rongding County change its county magistrate in the meantime, or was that county magistrate sometimes behaving like a human being and sometimes not?

It's confusing.