Zi Baifeng watched the four dogs go away at the door, and looked up at the sun in the sky. The sun was so hot that thousands of rays of light were shining, but it could not illuminate Zi Baifeng's heart. He looked at the sun and let the sun shine to tears in the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, Zi Baifeng lowered his head and saw Yan Laowu standing in front of him wearing a torn leather jacket.

"Why don't you accept it?"

"I can't watch them survive." Zi Baifeng seemed to be answering Yan Laowu, and he seemed to be answering himself.

"If they can't survive, what do you have to do with you? If you don't accept it, there will always be someone to accept it." Yan Laowu said.

Although the truth is simple, not everyone can understand it.

Zi Baifeng looked at the old man in front of him. Before he came, the old man was the one who collected taxes.

"Besides, farmers' lives are low. Although the mountains are barren, they can always support one person and can always survive." Yan Laowu seemed to be relieving Zi Baifeng, but it seemed to be liberating himself.

Zi Baifeng has always regarded himself as a very real and challenging game. He always thought that he had the magic skills and memories of his previous life. The two would never be easily stumped when they cooperated with each other.

Moreover, being a dog official seems to be quite interesting. It also sounds quite exciting to bring a few evil slaves and a stone sculpture of ancestors who dominate men and women.

But now he found that many things are not as simple as he imagined. He is playing with life, but life is not a game.

These people, father, Xiao Shitou, aunt, Yan Laowu, uncle Zhuzi, Laotuozi, Xiaotuozi, blind mother-in-law, Sigou, are all living people, including joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, flesh, skin and bones.

He always felt that collecting personal income tax is a big deal. In his previous life, the world's most important tax, and all kinds of tycoons and miscellaneous taxes were collected without realizing it. He didn't see many people unable to survive. When he was a child, he also saw farmers paying public grain, carrying one bag and two bags to the tractor, but there were more left. Everyone happily discussed that the harvest this year was pretty good and the public grain was paid a lot. I think even if it was two or three times more, it would be a little difficult.

He never thought that this world was so poor.

Or, there are poor people in any world, but he just doesn't know.

"If you don't accept theirs, don't even think about taking other people's belongings." Yan Laowu seemed to be warning, and also seemed to be prophesy.

Zi Baifeng tightened his fists and looked up at Yan Laowu: "Old man, please help me."

Yan Laowu closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed: "Forget it, forgot... This evil man, let me, Yan Laowu, be a scholar. You have a bright future. If you become a high-ranking official in the future, don't forget that I will go to Yan Village..."

"No." Zi Baifeng let go of his fist, stood up straight, looked at Yan Laowu in front of him, and said, "I will not pay this tax, but I will not pay it to Yan Village!"

"Don't be stupid. You don't want to be an official, I don't want to be imprisoned." Yan Laowu raised his hand and punched Zi Baifeng.

"No, old man." Zi Baifeng said, "Don't you think this tax is strange? We paid every time the tax was paid." Although Zi Baifeng turned a blind eye to the matter outside the window, he still knew some major events like paying taxes. It caused a lot of controversy every year and various things came out one after another.

"And, the triple tax is too outrageous!" Zibai Feng said.

"Actually... this is not outrageous..." Yan Laowu's fifth period said. Although the old man only knew seventeen of them, he knew in his heart that in the past few years, he had a clear understanding of which years had been younger and which years had been more than this - basically not - he knew very well. In total, he had to pay almost three years of taxes.

"This is a capable person. I heard from the fourth brother that the most powerful person in the tax department is not the tax officer, but the accountant. A powerful accountant can clearly keep the taxes and fees clear and not messy. The tax officer changes every year, and the accountant will determine the country. However, the old accountant in the past is dizzy and is becoming less and less useful. The apprentices don't understand it very well, so the accounts are messy."

If not, the old man would not dare to evade taxes easily.

"You mean, are there capable people?" Zi Baifeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Old man, I have an idea, but I don't know if it will be successful yet... Well, I have to clarify the accounts in the village first and see what the solution is."

When the old man heard Zi Baifeng say this, he immediately became confused: "You said...that's OK?"

Some people can sort out the accounts clearly, but naturally some people can make the accounts unclear. This old man can still turn around, but how to operate it, the old man has opened up all the six orifices - no one knows.

"It should be possible." Zi Baifeng silently recalled what he had learned. Although most of the time he was sleeping in class, he actually passed the college entrance exam. In terms of computing ability, Zi Baifeng dared not say that he was the top here, but he thought, is there any expert in a small town? Of course, accounts are not enough to calculate. Zi Baifeng still learned some accounting knowledge in the personal finance course he chose.

Even so, Zi Baifeng couldn't help but get too angry when he returned to the house. The accounts of this room must be counted as the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

But thinking of his plans, Zi Baifeng forced himself to calm down.

How can you wipe out the world if you don’t sweep a house?

This little difficulty retreats. What else can I do in the future?

He opened the documents one by one, spread them on the table, and started to copy them. At the beginning, Yan Laowu was still helping, but after a while he started yawning, and took them wrong several times, helping him out, so he sent the quilt back to rest, leaving only Zibaifeng himself.

Zi Baifeng held a pen in one hand and a document in the other hand to dial the abacus. He had to go to school with his father since he was a child, and he had to make careful calculations in life. Zi Baifeng had a good abacus, but in the future he became obsessed with studying, and his abacus was a bit abandoned. He made a few mistakes, and then he gradually became familiar with it.

After listening to it for a while, Yan Laowu heard the crackling sound of abacus inside, like a stream gurgling, flowing water twitching, endless, never stopping.

After a while, Zi Baifeng felt extremely sore in his left hand. He moved his wrist and looked at the files that were still piled up and had not been processed, and he was suddenly a little discouraged.

Suddenly, he slapped his head: "I'm stupid!"

He moved his wrists, picked up the brush, dipped it in water, and started writing on the abacus.

"One return is like one step, seeing one step becomes ten..." The abacus formulas of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division were written one by one on the abacus, and the beads began to tremble, and they kept hitting each other, as if they were alive and almost couldn't catch them.

When Zi Baifeng finished writing all the formulas, the abacus jumped out of Zi Baifeng's hand and kept jumping on the table. Zi Baifeng took great effort to press it on the table.

"One seven two, multiplied by twenty one." Zi Baifeng read a few numbers in his mouth, and saw the abacus beads moving themselves, and the result appeared instantly.

Zi Baifeng verified his mental arithmetic and it was indeed correct. Then he tried several additions, subtractions, multiplications and divisions, but there were no mistakes.

"Not bad!" Zibai admired himself in style, "In the future, I will make a big splash."

After being proud of it, Zi Baifeng continued to calculate without even having time to drink a sip of water.

After a long time, the door of the study creaked open, and Xiao Shitou walked in with a food box and said, "Brother, I'll ask me to deliver food to you."

"Yes." Zibai didn't raise his head and continued to calculate and organize.

"Brother, what are you busy with..." Xiao Shitou lay in front of the table, and was immediately attracted by the constant calculations he made. He stared blankly, looked at him for a long time, and sat down on the ground with a roar.

Zi Baifeng looked back and saw Xiao Shitou's eyes rumbling around, and it was almost a cross-eye.

Oops!

Zi Baifeng forgot about the abacus.

"Brother, this is so fun." Xiao Shitou didn't realize what he was looking at. He lay on Zi Baifeng's legs and asked, "Brother, can you let me play?"

"Not now, I'm settled the accounts now. I'll let you play after I finish the calculation." Zi Baifeng said guiltily.

"Brother, you have dinner first, let me play with this first." Xiao Shitou stuffed the food box into Zi Baifeng's hand, reached out to grab the abacus, held it in his hand and shook it. The abacus was immediately dissatisfied. The abacus on both sides was pinched in the middle, and immediately clamped Xiao Shitou's fingers.

The little stone hurts, and loosens his hands, and the abacus falls on the ground and jumps outwards.

Xiao Shitou pounced, pressing the abacus on the ground, and you pounced and I fought in the same place.

Zi Baifeng felt so hungry that he quickly opened the food box and saw two dishes and one soup inside, his index finger suddenly moved.

Although they are all foods that are so light that they don’t even have some oil, Zibaifeng, who has been hungry to a certain extent, eats very deliciously.

Xiao Shitou and Ababa have already decided the winner. Ababa was held in his arms by Xiao Shitou. Xiao Shitou was playing abababa with him. He was so happy when he was going back and forth.

This is... the earliest handheld game console in the world. Zi Baifeng thought boredly.

Who would have thought that after playing with Xiao Shitou for a while, the abacus became more and more powerless, and soon he stopped moving at all.

"Brother!" Xiao Shitou was so scared that his little face turned pale, "I'm so obedient!"

Zi Baifeng looked closely and saw where was he dead? That was because the spiritual power of the abacus had been exhausted, but Zi Baifeng could see clearly, but part of his spirituality remained, and penetrated into the abacus beads, flashing with a faint light.

"Hey, is this abacus still qualified to become a demon?" Zi Baifeng was shocked.

"Don't be afraid, it's not dead, it's tired." Zi Baifeng picked up his pen and repeated the mantra, and it immediately became a good plan.

He was no longer worried about the problem he explained to Xiao Shitou... This guy's nerves seemed quite rough...

The key is my daddy’s...the headache!

He threatened Xiao Shitou not to tell his father about his abacus, otherwise he would not let him play with it. Xiao Shitou hurriedly agreed.

In the afternoon, Xiao Shitou stayed here to help Zi Baifeng. With that magical abacus, the little stone with an awl on his butt was sitting down with a rare opportunity.
Chapter completed!