Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 28: Ledger
The four teammates have all left, and Wanli Fengdao is alone in the huge courtyard. Night fell, the moon and stars were thin, the cold wind blew through, and the shadows of the trees swayed, as if something peeped at him in the dark and dense forest.
Picking up dead branches and stacking them in piles, Wanlifengdao held a long sword, took out high-concentration alcohol from the backpack column, sprinkled it on the firewood at will, and then took out a Swiss Army knife from his trouser pocket, using the flint on the army knife. Light the pyre.
Players can put up to twenty items in their backpack slots. The item slots and equipment slots do not overlap. Therefore, each slot in the backpack slot must be carefully calculated. High-concentration alcohol that can ignite fires and destroy corpses includes Eligibility goes into the backpack slot, while the fully functional Swiss Army Knife is carried close to the body and does not occupy an inventory slot.
When the flames rose, the rays of light bloomed, and the warm baking dispelled the chill, Wanli Fengdao's eyes were reflected with fire, and the stiff expression on his face eased a lot.
The crackling of the firewood covered the sound of the wind and the slight moaning outside the temple courtyard.
"Uh uh uh..."
It can be heard that this is a woman's moan, but it has nothing to do with the beauty of spring,
If I have to describe it, it's like the desperate hoarse sound when the throat is torn open and the blood spurts out of the trachea.
Much like Gaya's whimper in "The Grudge".
Wanli Fengdao has performed many missions and has reached Lv5, and in order to take risks in advance and facilitate self-protection, he deliberately piled up his agility and perception attributes to 7 points.
Even though my ears were filled with the sound of the wind and the crackling of firewood, I still heard a strange moan from outside the temple for the first time.
Wanli Fengdao held the long sword in front of him. He was about to shout loudly for his teammates to come and support him, but he heard the moan quickly turning from light to near, from far to near,
Click——
The bluestone floor tiles at the root of the wall were divided into two, and the cracks in the slate extended all the way from the root of the wall, like the waves stirred up by the water surface when swimming, attacking the thousand-mile sealing knife.
Before Wanli Fengdao could shout, he saw a pale and flawless arm, like a long snake, swooping out of the soil under his feet, savagely pushing against the stone slab.
The arm is two meters high. The big arm and the forearm are slender and long, not human-shaped. The five green onion jade finger beads are round and jade-like. , it is more than enough to make Taobao hand molds.
The Wanli Fengdao is not controlled by hand. Even if it is controlled by hand, seeing this slender, snow-white arm like a python suddenly appearing in front of him, I am afraid it will not be able to control it.
With the long sword in hand, the killing intent arises, Wanli Fengdao swings the sword down with a thunderous force, but sees the snow-white arm twisting and wriggling as if it has no bones, as if it has grown eyes, easily dodging the sword .
Wanli Fengdao was about to raise his sword and flirt, but the weak and boneless arm attacked, directly entangling Wanli Fengdao's waist, arms, and throat, like a python strangling its prey, and slowly retracted it powerfully and forcefully. tight.
The plump and smooth palms, which were white and without any warmth, clasped his face, stroked his beard, and blocked his mouth and nose.
There is no charm, only fear.
In just a split second, Wanli Fengdao felt that his ribs were about to break, bloodshot eyes filled his eyes, and his oppressed lungs seemed to explode.
"Uh-"
He groaned hard, and released his sword with the last of his strength.
The long sword fell downward, and at the moment when it was about to fall to the ground, it was suddenly provoked by the toe of Wanli Fengdao's shoe, and finally he held it back in his hand.
Wanli Fengdao held his long sword backwards and slammed into the soil, where the snow-white arm came from.
Something was stabbed by the sword tip, and the scarlet blood suddenly seeped out from the soil, only to hear a scream, and the snake-like arm quickly loosened its restraint and retracted into the soil.
Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka -
The bluestone slabs in the temple were cracked again, and this time the cracks escaped towards the outside of the temple.
The arm buried in the ground wants to escape.
"Where to go?!"
A loud shout came from the front of the Daxiong Hall. With all kinds of scriptures in his hands, Xing Hechou threw away the Buddhist scriptures, took out a bronze halberd, and jumped down from the front steps of the hall.
The bronze halberd suddenly burst into flames, streaked a circular line of fire in the air, and slammed into the bluestone slab.
The gravel splashed, the dust flew, and there was another scream from the ground.
Master Huibin, who was closely behind Xing Hechou, made no sound. He stepped on the ground with his cloth shoes, and the whole person jumped forward. At the same time, the weak and petite flesh swelled violently, and instantly turned into a muscular man with a sound of oil. Wa Liang's tendon meat is comparable to Governor Arnold.
Boom!
The muscular saint monk Huibin's fists were like a pile driver, hitting the ground, and the entire land had tremor ripples visible to the naked eye.
Click.
The clear sound of fractures sounded, and monk Huibin wanted to punch again, but found that the arm had already escaped from the courtyard and jumped into the dense forest outside the temple.
"Ho **** ho **** ho ke ke ke ke ke..."
Wan Li Feng Dao stood bent over, the pain of suffocation made him cough uncontrollably, and the fresh air had never been so lovely and charming.
"Are you alright?" Xing He frowned and patted Wanli Fengdao's back. Monk Huibin, whose muscles had returned to normal, also walked back.
"I'm fine." Wanli Fengdao's face turned red and then blue, but because he was the second-highest person in the team, he almost died on this slender arm.
He straightened up reluctantly, and while pulling on the collar to ease his breathing, he complained angrily: "Who said that it's not dangerous for me to pick up firewood by myself? What about the one named Li?! What about others?"
"What do you want me to do?"
On the west side of the courtyard, Li Ang strolled over holding a wooden box, followed by Liu Wulan, who also held a wooden box of the same style.
Wanli Fengdao slipped his long sword and said with a gloomy expression: "I just said that we should not split up, do you know that I almost died?"
"Aren't you dead?" Li Ang pouted and put down the wooden box in his hand, "That ghost can't even kill you, and now that we're all together, it won't kill us.
And now that we know its attack methods, prevention will be more targeted in the future. "
Wanli Fengdao's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he secretly suspected that this "companion" who pretended to be crazy and foolish deliberately let him be attacked in the yard by himself in order to obtain enemy intelligence.
Li Ang ignored him, put down the wooden box in his hand, and jumped up the steps of the Mahavira Hall in three or two steps, picked up the pile of Buddhist scriptures that had been left by Xing Hechou and others, and turned back to the fire.
"The Shurangama Sutra, The Lotus Sutra, The Heart Sutra, The King Kong, The Langka, The Collection of Northern Journeys, The Collection of Fengshan, The Miscellaneous Records of Shanan.... The scriptures in the Guhan Temple’s Sutra Collection Pavilion are the same as the ones Xiao Seng had read before.”
When Huibin saw Li Ang casually flipping through Buddhist scriptures, he clasped his palms together and said, "This is not an alternate world, it should be the ancient history of the real world, and it should be the Ming Dynasty at the latest."
"During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty." Li Ang added casually, "To be precise, it was the fifteenth year of Jiajing.
"How do you know?" Xing Hechou asked.
"Look at the ledger." Li Ang pointed to the wooden box under his feet, "This box contains the account of Guhan Temple recorded by the abbot Daozhi of Guhan Temple. The final content of the account is from the village in the east. , Tenant rent payment list for Buddhist fields produced by monks,
The last date is 1533, March of the Jiawu year. If you push it back three years, it is now 1536. "
Ming Dynasty Jiajing...
Xing Hechou and Wanli Fengdao were both at a loss. Although both of them had received compulsory education, the latter was still a post-90s college monk, but he was quite numb to history.
Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty was not as famous as Jianyuan of the Han Dynasty and Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, nor like the Qing Dynasty.
The two of them really don't understand this history. It's pretty good to be able to name Wang Shouren, Qi Jiguang, Hai Rui, etc., not to mention the Renyin Palace Change and the Gengxu Rebellion.
Seeing the blank expressions of Xing Hechou and Wanli Fengdao, Li Ang showed a honeyed smile,
He sat on the ground, put all kinds of books in front of him, held up a bill as if no one was beside him, and read it.
"What are you doing?" Wan Li Fengdao said, dumbfounded, "Shouldn't we sit together and watch out for ghost attacks?"
"Just be careful, I'll look at the past bills of Guhan Temple first." Li Ang said leisurely: "The ghost has already attacked once, and it has been severely injured. It is estimated that there will be no further action in a short time."
After that, Li Ang began to look at the ledger at a glance and read it quickly. At the same time, he picked up a Buddhist scripture and threw it to Huiqi, "Hey, Master Huiqi, please take a look too, this was five hundred years ago. The ancient Buddhist books are usually kept in museums.”
Hui Chen took the scriptures with a wry smile and sat down.
Li Ang looked at the ledger and read aloud.
"Paying the imperial grain and national tax in the year of Renchen... water money... food money... food money... store inspection money... Pu basket money... bamboo basket money. ..”
"In March of the Guisi year, the tenancy was liquidated...25 shi and 5 buckets in the rent valley, 11 shi and 3 buckets in the profit valley, and 2 shi and 5 buckets in the debit and profit shares..."
"....The loan is 20 taels from Longyou Bookseller Gong Shisan, Chen Zheng guarantees, and two branches each year for profit..."
The sound of Li Ang's account book was like a demonic sound, which made Xing Hechou feel confused. He would rather find a ghost to fight him for 300 rounds than listen to these inexplicable things.
"Can you stop reading?" Wanli Fengdao couldn't help saying.
"Flowers will wither, grass will wither, people will lie, and clues will be wiped out, but the numbers on the ledger will not deceive people. No matter how clever the account makers are or how they gloss over, the real problems will be exposed through a simple number game. out.
The sooner I read these bills, the sooner I'll be able to discover the abnormality of Guhan Temple and find out the reason for the haunting ghosts here. "
Li Ang shook the ledger and said casually: "These ledgers in Guhan Temple use the original Longmen ledger accounting method,
Divide all accounts into four categories: 'incoming' (various income), 'payment' (various expenditure), 'deposit' (various assets), and 'this' (various liabilities),
Use the balance method of 'in-payment = deposit-this' for accounting, set up a general ledger for classified records, prepare a payment statement (income statement), save the statement (liability sheet), and implement double-track calculation of profit and loss.
This accounting method is also known as Helongmen. "
Li Ang glanced at his teammates, "It sounds complicated, but it's actually quite simple to calculate. Do you have any business administration majors? Can you help me reconcile the accounts together?"
“…”
God is business management.
Xing Hechou and Wanli Fengdao looked at each other with a hint of pain in their eyes.
The Special Affairs Bureau's training for field personnel is mainly about how to deal with monsters and monsters. Where would they take a cultural class like this?
Liu Wulan sat next to Li Ang~IndoMTL.com~ picked up the account book, and slowly flipped through it, as if he could understand the tedious classical Chinese and the complicated accounts arranged vertically.
Moreover, instead of reading the account book word by word, she translated classical Chinese on the spot, and used modern accounting methods to directly rearrange the accounts.
The principal and interest rate, principal and interest sum, compound interest calculation, annualized interest, and profit on the basis of the long-lived library of Guhan Temple to tenant farmers, landlords and businessmen....
Li Ang raised his brows and looked at Liu Wulan, "You understand?"
Liu Wulan said with a blank expression, "MSc, MBA."
Yo, Master of Science, Master of Business Administration, high-end talent.
Li Ang nodded and began to verbally reconcile with Liu Wulan,
The two of them seemed to be talking cross talk. You said a word, and I said a word. I heard Xing Hechou and Wanli Fengdao want to die.
At the back, Li Ang and Liu Wulan, who cooperated tacitly, simply reported to each other a series of inexplicable nouns and numbers.
What are the cashiers, deposits, inventory, invoicing, management fees, fixed assets details, intangible assets details, liabilities details of Guhan Temple in the past few years...
Soon, nearly an hour later, Li Ang and Liu Wulan finally turned over two entire boxes of all the accounts of Guhan Temple in the past ten years.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."
Li Ang tapped the cover of the account book with his knuckles and laughed inexplicably.
Liu Wulan frowned slightly, a layer of displeasure on his stern and pretty face.
Xing Hechou, who never thought an hour could be so long, took a deep breath and asked Li Ang, "What did you find?"
"Blind spot."
Li Ang said faintly: "I think, I guessed the identity of the female ghost with the arm just now."