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Akara loves money very much, and merchants love money. This is not news. But when he clearly thought he wanted to make a fortune, he wanted to send back the unexpected money, which made people feel a little sad. He was holding a heavy cloth bag in his hand, containing 85 silver coins, equivalent to 850 copper coins. He felt guilty and a pity.

What he was guilty of was that he deliberately deceived the Life Ru Meng Mercenary Group. To be honest, his behavior was not a deception, but it was just a concealment. The Life Ru Meng Mercenary Group's reputation is indeed quite good, but it is quietly circulating in some business groups that people in the Life Ru Meng Mercenary Group do not count and often calculate the commission. Akala tried it and it turned out to be the case. For merchants, saving money is to make money, but unexpectedly, the victim came to the door now.

"There are 85 silver coins here, please check the Akara team leader."

Aslan took the purse and didn't even look at it. He just used his wrist to roughly estimate the amount. It was a blessing for him to get a deposit back. One or two silver coins was not a big deal: "Counselor Akara, what is the remaining commission we should receive after arriving at the destination?"

"2550 copper coins." Akara wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands. The sunshine at noon was already pissing people. Because of his guilt, his body was more likely to sweat. Groups like mercenaries are originally fighting fiercely. Although the mercenary group has good reputations, Akara also deceived the other party in terms of amounts. He was afraid. If this group of people gets angry, he decided to kill someone to vent his anger. In this wilderness, there is not even a ghost except for them. Who would he ask for help?

"That's fine, thank you, Commander Akara." Aslan left with a purse and smiled. In fact, he was also very guilty. The mercenary world pays attention to a single word and a heavy commitment. The commission for the task is calculated by the people in their group, and then asked the merchant group for it. As a result, they "repent" afterwards. According to the mercenary world's point of view, this matter is not authentic.

Because both of them were guilty, nothing happened. Aslan excitedly ran to the carriage where Chen Xiansong was with a bag of money. As soon as he entered, he laughed and said, "Little guy, the bastard Akara has indeed returned the money. 85 silver coins are enough for our mercenary group's clothes and rations for a month."

At this time, Chen Xiansong was lying on the car board, marking the horizontal and vertical paths on the blank parchment paper with a black charcoal pen. He traced for a while and found that his hands would always be tilted from time to time. He thought about it and with his natural ability, drawing on such a bumpy carriage was simply an idiotic behavior. He handed the parchment roll and charcoal pen to Bai Min: "Well, I'll leave it to you, Xiao Min."

Bai Min didn't say a word, took the parchment roll and paper, and slowly drew the black line, the line, and the pen until it seemed like it was made by a photocopier.

Aslan was a little puzzled. Parchment is a very expensive thing. How could it be casually made of black lines on it and wasted a parchment roll, just two copper coins, which is much more expensive than food: "What are you... doing?"

Chen Xiansong slowly replied: "Your accounting books are very unscientific, so we plan to help you get a simple cashier form. In this way, you can calculate the profit and loss rate of the mercenary group more accurately."

Aslan couldn't understand: The word "science?" did not appear, or, in this era, it did not pass on.

"You can understand it as a professional or full-time job." Chen Xiansong continued: "Uncle, you came just right. I want to ask, how many years, months, and days it is now. Our recording method must be accurate to the year, month, day, when there is an income, and when there is a expenditure, we must record it in detail, so that it will be more convenient to check the account book in the future."

Aslan touched the short hair on his head: "So troublesome?" He heard for the first time that there were so many things to pay attention to when keeping accounts, but he thought about it carefully. These two children were nobles, and the big family had their own particularities to do. It was common for him, an illiterate civilian, to understand it.

However, he was a little worried: "Little guy, I know that the accounting method you use is definitely better than ours, but... I know that you two are not ordinary people, and they will definitely not stay in our mercenary group for long. One day you will leave, and at that time, no one can understand the account book."

Chen Xiansong said indifferently: "That's not simple, I just need to teach your members..."

"What did you say... I heard it right?" Aslan's purse fell on the car board. He stroked his head with his hand and moaned, "Let me confirm it again, are you willing to teach our people about accounting knowledge?"

Chen Xiansong nodded.

Aslan, who was confirmed, took a deep breath, as if he wanted to calm himself down, but it seemed that there was no effect. His voice trembled: "Little guy... do you have any requirements for the candidate?"

Chen Xiansong was a little surprised at Aslan's disobedience at this moment: "There is no rigid requirement, well... don't be too old, younger children have a strong learning ability. In addition, he must have enough time and cannot be too busy. Accounting involves a lot of professional knowledge. If he is illiterate, I have to teach him Chinese... General literature and writing. The essence of writing cannot be understood overnight. I have practiced calligraphy for more than ten years, but I have only gained some basic knowledge."

"Please wait a moment for two." Aslan turned around and got out of the carriage, leaving hurriedly, without even caring about falling from the wallet. Not long after, he dragged a very thin boy about fifteen years old and got onto the carriage, and then kicked the boy's leg bend, shouting, "Kneel down quickly and become a disciple."

The boy's eyes were filled with deep inferiority. He knelt on one knee on the car board and his head fell deeply.

Chen Xiansong was stunned, and after a while, he asked back: "Is this?"

Aslan's eyes shone with excitement: "He is my youngest child and has no talent to become a warrior or a skilled man. In order to let him learn something, I have always brought him by his side and helped do chores in the mercenary group. But among us mercenaries, if one person has no knowledge or strength, then he can only be a useless person. I don't want my son to have no future, little guy... No, Lord Chen Xiansong, if you want to find a student, then I hope my son will be lucky enough to be your attendant."

In the new era of humanity, the concept of equality for everyone has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Chen Xiansong was no exception. After being kneeled down by this child, he felt uncomfortable all over. He hurriedly helped him, and then said, "Get up, get up first."

The child just knelt down and was trembling all over. Chen Xiansong pulled hard for a few times but couldn't get him up. Aslan watched quietly, but his tight fists and sweat on his forehead meant that his mood was not as calm as he seemed. When Chen Xiansong was about to speak again, Bai Min suddenly pulled his sleeve: "In the dark age, knowledge is very precious, more precious than life. You don't have to make things difficult for them, let them do what they "should" do."

Chen Xiansong thought about it, so he sat back to his original position and said to the two of them: "I promised you, you can get up."

The boy stood up and did not move. His eyes were still full of inferiority, but at this moment, he seemed to have a faint sense of hope.

"Two. You have a rest first. If you have any problems in the future, just tell this little guy. By the way, his name is Alex." After saying this, he said to his child: "Child, you go out of the carriage and go with your teacher. You must do what your teacher has in the future. If there is any mistake, even if you don't blame you, I will break your leg."

Alex obeyed and got off the carriage.

Aslan bowed and was about to leave. After Chen Xiansong decided to teach his son accounting and writing, Aslan became extremely respectful to the two people in front of him. Seeing that he was about to leave, Chen Xiansong shouted: "Uncle Aslan, you forgot to take your purse."

Aslan turned around, his eyes were excited, but his face was awkward expression, which made his expression very subtle: "Your Excellency Chen Xiansong, you can see that you should rarely leave your family because you don't know much about common sense. I don't know what other countries are like, but in our Kate Dynasty, even if you spend 1,000 gold coins, you can't learn both common literature and mathematics at the same time. It's not that there is not enough money, but that no one is willing to teach. Text and arithmetic are combined. This is the knowledge that only the best stewards can have. This is the knowledge that can be used for generations as heirlooms, inherited from generation to generation, and can be used at any time."

He sighed and continued, "There is a craftsman named Campbell in our group. She is a relatively wealthy person. I heard that so far, she has paid nearly two hundred gold coins and studied for six years. It has only been a hundred digits. I don't know how to thank you. In fact, I don't even have the courage to send this bag of coins because it is too light."

After saying that, Aslan got off the carriage with such a subtle and awkward expression.

Chen Xiansong sat quietly for a while, and he sighed: "I have insufficient experience. I shouldn't have called the uncle just now, let alone mention the wallet. I hurt an adult's self-esteem, and a father and a leader are ashamed. Alas."

Bai Min shook her head: "I don't understand."

"The book "The Necessary Cultivation of Natural Men and the World View" once said that people can only understand the friendship and interactions between people after they truly enter society. I finally understand the meaning of this sentence." Chen Xiansong continued: "By the way, I will hand over that wallet to you, Xiao Min, you are a combat-type biochemical person, have you recorded the knowledge of domestic affairs assistance?"

"Yes." Bai Min nodded: "Although we are combat-type biochemical people, wars do not appear at all times. In order to make us play the greatest role, we also record most of the knowledge of ordinary domestic biochemical people."

Chen Xiansong smiled on his wooden face: "Then from today on, all my money will be yours. Haha, you will be my housekeeper from now on."

Bai Min seemed to be shocked for a while before answering: "Rejected, the housekeeper means wife."

Chen Xiansong sighed and said, "Then you just be my wife, anyway, there are only two of us left in the world."

"Disclaimer." Bai Min shook her head vigorously: "Biochemical people cannot marry natural persons. In addition, although I retain sexual function, I eliminate the function of making eggs, so I cannot have children."

Chen Xiansong leaned against the wall of the car, and the effect of emotional suppressors seemed to have weakened a lot. This time, there was a clear frustration and decadence in his voice: "If you can't have children, you can't have children. Anyway, it's useless for me to stay in this world. Live for a while and find an opportunity to get Sister Bai's video camera back to see what is recorded in it, and it doesn't matter if you die. This world, after all, does not belong to us, the former humans."

At this time, Bai Min approached Chen Xiansong, holding his face with a pair of white little hands, and then she leaned over. The two of them were very close and could hear the sound of breathing.

"I don't want you to die." Bai Min's voice trembled: "My mission is to protect you. If you die, I will die too. I have only been "born" for one day, and I want to live..."
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