Farm Girl's Manor

frёeweɓηovel.coɱ The next morning, Mo Qingze went to the Government Office to work, and Zhenzhen, accompanied by Yun Zhao, returned to the school with bags of food, while Mo Yan also returned home to Liu Yang Village with her two sisters.

Even though her home was much more comfortable than Scholar Mansion, there were more chores to attend to. After resting for a moment, Mo Yan went to the study to check the accounts for this quarter’s income and expenses.

Midway through the process, Tang Xin came in with a thick account book and a wooden box, "Sister Yanyan, Zhao Steward visited yesterday and brought over the accounts and silver from the estate for this quarter."

Mo Yan lifted her head and rubbed her slightly swollen forehead, then gestured to the chair opposite her, indicating for Tang Xin to sit down, "You’ve looked at the account book, haven’t you? Tell me the general situation."

"Yes, I’ve already looked through it." Tang Xin obediently sat down, flipping the account book open to the last page, and began reporting the earnings for each category, "Two hundred mu of rice, totaling 213,600 jin, which amounts to 774 liang and 6 qian of silver; twenty mu of watermelon, totaling 119,200 jin, with an income of 230 liang, 6 qian, and an extra 65 wen; thirty mu of peanuts, totaling 12,380 jin, with an income of 78 liang, 3 qian, and 60 wen... The total revenue amounts to 3,187 liang, 7 qian, and 32 wen. After deducting expenses for hiring labor, farm equipment depreciation, etc., the net income comes to 3,267 liang, 6 qian, and 59 wen."

After clearly stating the final results, Tang Xin licked her somewhat dry lips and placed the account book in front of Mo Yan, "There’s almost no issue with the accounts, and the amount of silver tallies up as well."

Zhao Dafu’s accounts were not this clear and straightforward. Tang Xin must have put in quite the effort to be able to clearly report them by category. Mo Yan saw the fatigue in Tang Xin’s eyes and knew that she hadn’t rested well the night before because of this account book. Mo Yan frowned and said, "You stayed up late again last night, didn’t you? The account book won’t grow legs and run away; you should go through it slowly. From now on, you are not allowed to stay up late."

Tang Xin felt somewhat embarrassed, "I lost track of time while looking at it. It won’t happen again."

"Don’t try to fool me. If I find out you’ve stayed up late again, I won’t let you touch the account books ever again."