Song Ying was Lan Ting's nominal fiancée. The Emperor of Song Dynasty made a casual remark at that time, and Emperor Lan did not refuse. He nodded and said: It is indeed a good match! Everyone thought that they would definitely get married. In recent years, Song Ying
Ying is getting older, but no one dares to propose marriage. Lan Ting hangs on her so hard, no wonder she wants to find another high-ranking person like the emperor.
Because of An Yingying's relationship, Manmiao didn't have a good impression of women named ying, especially Song Ying, who hooked up with the emperor to deal with her fiancé. She was not a good bird, so there was no psychological pressure to deal with her.
"Mom, don't worry, Jin'er knows what's appropriate." She has experienced a lot, and is a bit calmer than an ordinary woman of her age. Her graceful expression makes people feel reassured.
"I heard Ting'er say that you are also from a wealthy family, so I don't have to worry too much about entering the palace. But you must be careful. It's easy to hide from open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows. The palace is the emperor's territory. Many things, too
It’s not easy for the Crown Princess to interfere.”
Manmei listened to her instructions patiently, remembering that when she graduated from college and started working in other places, her mother also gave her instructions in detail, for fear that she would suffer a loss if she neglected to do so.
"Don't worry, mother, I will definitely ask you for help if something happens." She could only promise Mrs. Wu again and again.
According to the agreement she made with other members of Huangfu's family, Manmiao said she wanted to take care of Lan Ting and promised to come back to see the old lady every few days. Only then did the madam agree to let her go.
She returned to Lan Ting's palace and began her long-lost life of presiding over the middle class. Every day was full of various accounts and expenses.
The New Year is about to come, and the Yiwang family has a great cause. Zhuangzi in various places in Lanting will start to present the harvest. The account books will arrive first, and the physical goods will arrive later. Expenses in various places will also be distributed one by one. People will receive New Year's silver rewards and Zhuangzi management.
The reward money must be prepared in advance.
Lan Ting left everything to her, causing her to look at the account books until midnight for several days in a row, and she had to use several candles as thick as her arms almost every night.
Manmei doesn't know how to have an abacus, but she can take shorthand. Lan Ting's finances are all calculated in silver. The numbers are complicated but not shocking. If it were copper coins, it would be fatal.
It is impossible for a salesperson to not understand finance. After all, Manmei is self-taught. She also took the intermediate accountant exam. She wrote and drew on thick paper with her own special pencil and calculated the approximate figures. After she came,
, requiring two lines of income and expenditure of the royal palace, income and expenditure cannot be confused, and expenditure cannot be siphoned off.
She calculated this year's accounts and found that the money didn't add up. She checked the numbers twice to make sure they were correct. Then she went to the warehouse to take stock of the physical items and once again confirmed that she had calculated correctly. If it was a small amount, she wouldn't be so fussy about it.
, but this amount is not small. In this year, there was a difference of about one hundred thousand taels of silver.
One hundred thousand taels was not a small sum no matter what dynasty it was in ancient times. Even if the Jiang Shang family was asked to come up with one hundred thousand taels immediately, they would probably have a toothache for a while.
I was a little worried that I had made a mistake in my calculation, so I finally checked it again and it was correct. I called Li Fu and took last year's account book and calculated it according to it. There was also a loophole of about 80,000 taels.
Counting the past few years, there were all discrepancies, and the discrepancies involved large sums of money. The least was eighty thousand taels, and the most was even hundreds of thousands taels.
The money was spent in a very secretive way, not in a secret way, but in many channels, and it was not all taken out all at once, but was spent successively, several thousand taels at a time, mixed in with Lan Ting's daily expenses. It was very ugly.
It can be concluded that if Manmei hadn't been so careful in checking the accounts one by one and taking inventory of the physical objects, it would have been missed.
She showed Lan Ting the simple account book she had written, and the figures for each year were revealed. "I don't know what you use the money for. I'm just telling you that from the accounts you gave me, you
The whereabouts of the money are unknown, I hope you can be aware of this and don't let others steal your money."
Looking at the numbers she asked someone to copy out, she could understand the traditional Chinese characters, but she couldn't write them. She had to ask someone to dictate them and they would copy them over, otherwise Lan Ting and the others would definitely not be able to understand them.
Lan Ting glanced at her and put the paper in his hand, "I know the money. It's not because the servants are greedy for money. They don't have the guts yet."
She nodded, turned around and left with the account book, without further questioning. As long as he knew where the money was spent, there was no need to tell her where it was spent, and she didn't want to care about it.
After she left, Lan Ting's confidants came out from the screen and asked with doubts, "Could it be that the money Miss Jin mentioned was used by the prince..."
Lan Ting nodded, his eyes following the back of Manmei's departure, "After all, she has been in charge of the central bank account, and these accounts cannot be hidden from her." There was indescribable approval and pride in his tone.
Lan Ting was also a virtuous person in Canglan. He wandered around the brothels and spent money like water. In this case, it was found that there were discrepancies in his accounts. Man Miao's move directly suppressed Lan Ting's confidants. The head of the house, the grandmother
This is not a good thing, and I will have to keep my temper in the future.
After working dizzyingly for several days, I finally sorted out the accounts.
Lan Ting told her during dinner one day that her mother-in-law wanted to see her tomorrow.
"How do I need to behave in front of your mother and concubine?" Manmiao asked Lan Ting. Tomorrow was the day when she would enter the palace to pay homage to the Dowager Dowager. She had told her in advance that she would be prepared.
"Just behave the same as you did at Huangfu's house." Lan Ting said to her.
"What about in front of your nephew, the emperor? And your fiancée." Manmei arrived at Lan Ting's side and was busy for several days. Lan Ting also began to summon his subordinates. The two of them were in the same mansion.
, we could only see each other in a hurry, and we didn’t even have time to have a meal together.
Lan Ting reached out and touched her waist, "If they are like me, they will probably be very happy."
Manmei understood what he meant. Lan Ting in Canglan always liked women with good figures but no brains. If she could behave like Lan Ting, the emperor and Song Ying would probably be less wary of her.
It would be best if the two of them could make a bad name in the palace, and the emperor would be very happy to see this.
"Then as they wish." Manmei leaned against his chest, "Actually, I also want to try what it feels like to become a woman with big breasts and no brains. Maybe my image will be very successful."
Lan Ting took off her bun, touched her black hair, picked up the hair and took a deep breath.
"It smells good. Did you use gardenia oil? Is it new?"
