Chapter 4, I can dance! I also understand a bit about bookkeeping

"I am exhausted, utterly exhausted!" I replied to him with irritation, "What do you plan to judge me for, Your Honor?"

Do you know about the hardships of the common people? Do you know what a young lady is?

Alright, you can give it a try first, but the pay is not high

This pile of account books seems to rival Mount Everest in height; if one relies solely on the abacus, it is likely that even after being reborn, one would still be unable to finish calculating them.

I have quite a discerning palate and am also extremely dedicated to life

As soon as I mentioned Cao Cao, he arrived, and a few constables came over to take me away

He obviously froze for a moment, then quickly burst into laughter, saying: "You can dance? Just by looking at you, you don't seem as graceful and charming as a dancer. I would believe you if you said you were just helping the dancing women."

I know that Hangzhou has always been a fertile region from a geographical perspective, but I did not expect that it has been managed by several generations of governors to the point of only incurring deficits

My father is an accountant, so I have naturally been influenced by him. "My dad was once a bookkeeper, so I have some knowledge of it."

"Why are you not speaking? Are you feeling guilty?" He stopped laughing and mocked.

Cell I murmured softly

The young master squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, then asked: "Do you practice martial arts?"

He was taken aback and scratched his head, saying: "You have an unknown background, and you refuse to speak. Moreover, I haven't found anything inappropriate about you along the way. Fortunately, the barn you damaged was just a straw hut, so no compensation is needed. The farmer agreed to repair it himself, so what we need to do next is send you back home. Alright, you should at least tell me where you live now."

In modern society, even if people suffer, they will not have to eat spoiled food. "Those who have suffered must have eaten prison food, right?" I disdainfully rolled my eyes.

Upon hearing this, he sat up straight and said, "Are you looking for a position at m.hetushu.com? There is indeed a vacancy. My accountant returned home yesterday, and I have yet to find a replacement. How about you take the position?"

I nodded, unconsciously

Thus, I managed to get through to the next morning with the help of prison food

I read a book in which the female supporting character, like me, had such a strong aversion to prison food that she didn't want to say anything about it; as a result, she didn't eat and ended up starving to death

I began practicing dance at a very young age, primarily focusing on body training. Recently, I started learning street dance. It is well known that beginners in street dance are prone to injuries, ranging from superficial cuts to more serious strains and fractures. I am unwilling to be outdone by the boys, so I trained quite intensively, resulting in numerous scars on my hands and legs

I do not wish to recall the painful memories of that night. I tightly pressed my lips together, clutching my stomach, and curled up motionless in the corner. The taste of that prison food was utterly disgusting. Previously, I had only caught a whiff of spoiled rice, and the sour yet rice-like smell left a deep impression on me. However, after actually eating spoiled rice, I truly felt as if I had endured severe punishment. If I were to be summoned again, there would be no need for harsh penalties; just letting me smell a bowl of spoiled rice would be enough to make me confess to anything, even if it meant admitting to having destroyed someone else's door.

The several constables around me also chuckled quietly; I certainly understood the ancient definition of a dancer, so I calmly allowed them to laugh. I could not possibly dance for them, after all, without music, no matter how I moved, it would not resemble a dance.

Yue Ren, our dear newly appointed magistrate, is finished

I am too lazy to argue with him, bowing my head and contemplating what I should do in the future, but unfortunately, I am completely at a loss.

The young master looked at me, a ghostly figure with a weak and powerless demeanor, and appeared quite astonished

Alright, thank you. It seems really necessary to study that handheld computer. If well maintained, it could last a lifetime. I just feel sorry for JOJO.

No, I do not learn to dance

No wonder the former accountant wanted to retire and hand over the books; looking at this pile of account books, I feel old too

"Are you really capable? Can you read the accounts?" He was surprised

Heavens! Do you not understand the suffering of the people? After all, I have been an active participant representing the school several times to help impoverished students in the mountains! I feel indignant, and coupled with the fact that I cannot be intimidated by this baby face, I simply sat down on the ground and asked in a displeased manner.

Ah? Did I hear that correctly? You live in a cell? You must be reluctant to part with me, but even if you live in a cell, you still won't be able to see me

It seems that you are not a person who has suffered

I stay, I continue to stay, I check

After reviewing several accounts, I was left speechless

Fortunately, I have just discovered a feature on my handheld device called "Mr. Accountant." Although it merely involves simple verification and calculations, it has saved me a great deal of time and effort—after all, I am not well-versed in managing accounts. My father's so-called influence has only taught me how to check, but I cannot discern any flaws or omissions in the records. Of course, this is something I cannot disclose.

He was taken aback for a moment, then sneered coldly, "It seems that not only have you not suffered, but you are also a young lady who is oblivious to the hardships of the common people. However, this is rather strange..."

Indeed, that spoiled rice is poison, but this "delicate skin and tender flesh?" I raise both arms, the scars from dancing crisscrossing on them, "Is this what you call delicate skin and tender flesh?"

God bless, I am a person from the future

Is there anything you are lacking here? I said very softly, in a very soft voice

It seems that this young master is quite idle today, casually sitting on the mahogany chair and saying: "Someone like you would treat spoiled rice as poison, a delicate and tender person."

This is the account book accumulated by previous county magistrates. Your task is to investigate and determine the extent of any deficits or profits, as well as to identify any flaws or omissions. Then report your findings to me, and I will submit them to the court. Thus spoke the young county magistrate, before leaving without further ado.