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"Mother, what is taking a photo?" It had to be said that Comrade Zhang Weiyang had the same talent as his father for being obedient and finding important things to do.

"Knock..." It's just one person. " During these few months of being a part-time teacher, Qin Wuya's ability at lying became more and more powerful. Even after hearing what was said, her face did not turn red nor did her heart move, and she said calmly: "In the past, there were many extremely powerful painters whose names were 'photographed'."

"A great painter? Mother, is the great painter's surname 'taken'? "

"Yes, it's surname 'Pao'." The people who were drawn by the great painters seemed to be real. They were extremely powerful. " Since no one wanted to expose him, Qin Wuya nodded his head firmly.

Zhang Mo Xi said with a serious face: "Then can mother get the great painter to be my teacher for Ming'er?"

"This …" Qin Wuya was speechless, this was only possible if your mother could wear it back.

"Madam, you were looking for me?" Just as Qin Wuya was at her wit's end, she coincidentally caught the Ye Erniang being led into the Warm Pavilion by her wife.

This was the first time Qin Wuya saw Ye Erniang, and it was as if she was seeing her first love. She immediately called out to him: "Manager Ye, the snow outside is so thick, you must have been cold since you came here. Quickly go to the brazier to warm your hands and feet."

With that, he waved his hand at his son and said, "Huai'er, mother is going to be busy. Go and play with big brother Xiao Bao at the side."

"Fine." These few months, Zhang Mo Yue had already known that Qin Wuya could not be disturbed while working at meetings with the employees, otherwise, she would meet with misfortune. Although she was unwilling, but after seeing the Ye Erniang come in, she could only tactfully pick up her big piece and run over to Qin Xiao Bao's side to play.

Seeing that his son had retreated, Qin Wuya heaved a sigh of relief, but immediately, the look on his face became more amiable.

Ye Erniang was confused, she could not figure out whether the reason Qin Wuya called her to the Warm Pavilion was for a good or bad reason.

Ye Erniang had just warmed up her hands and feet by the brazier, when the wife who was waiting outside once again lured Chief Steward Yan Song, who was in charge of collecting daily necessities, into the house.

Yan Song was wearing a straw cape, his face and feet were covered with frost, and his lips were slightly green and white, it was obvious that he had been frozen outside for a long time.

Qin Wuya looked at him strangely and asked: "What's wrong with Chief Steward Yan?"

Yan Song laughed when he heard this. With the help of the wife, he took off his raincoat, wiped his face, and then bowed as he replied, "Madam, the white candles in the storage room are not enough. "I was planning to go down the mountain with my men, but I didn't expect that the snow at the northern end of the mountain road's entrance had yet to be cleaned up after two days. I had no choice but to come back."

As he said that, Yan Song slightly raised his head and sized up Qin Wuya, as if he was looking at Qin Wuya's expression.

Seeing Qin Wuya's expressionless face, it was hard to tell if she was happy or not, so she cautiously probed, "I didn't expect that the moment I came back, there would be a Senior Servant sending a message saying that the Madam has something to look for me. I came here before I had time to change into a clean set of clothes. It was because I was afraid that you would be in a hurry, so instead of thinking about it, I ended up being rude in front of you. "

"Chief Steward Yan really knows how to speak." Qin Wuya raised her eyebrows and chuckled, looking at Yan Song with interest as she put on a show.

Yan Song was startled, he did not understand Qin Wuya's reaction: "Madam, what do you mean by that?"

"Chief Steward Yan is overthinking, but he's praising you." Qin Wuya laughed.

After a while, Qin Wuya's face suddenly darkened, and said: "The ability to praise your ability to hide the words you've said is not bad.

He just needed to go out for a trip and get some snow particles to put himself in a situation where he could work hard and be loyal. Others might not know who you're going to show off to, but I'm afraid you're still treating me as a lady who doesn't know how to show mercy to his subordinates? "

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Yan Song's expression changed when he heard that, and he asked cautiously: "Madam, what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean?" Qin Wuya chuckled, "It's just what I meant on the surface. With Chief Steward Yan's intelligence, how could you not know what I mean? "He just acted like he didn't know and didn't understand anything when he heard it."

Finished speaking, Qin Wuya did not care about how Yan Song's expression changed, and only turned to look at the Ye Erniang at the side. "Lady Ye, do you have a tranche of accounts from the Inner Palace here?"

"Yes." Ye Erniang nodded her head. She took out a few books with white lines and blue seal on them and asked, "What does Madam want to check?"

"Didn't Chief Steward Yan just say that the white candles in the warehouse are very expensive? He wanted to go down the mountain to collect them urgently. Look at the amount of white candles we have in the manor every day after the winter. Furthermore, based on our calculations with the Chief Steward Yan, where did the white candles in the warehouse go? "

Qin Wuya sneered, pointed to the low stool beside him, then gestured for Ye Erniang's Mother to sit beside him: "There's no need to go home, it's snowing heavily, and Chief Steward Yan can't go down the mountain anyway. Lady Ye can investigate slowly."

"Yes." The Ye Erniang didn't ask too much and just sat down and started flipping through the accounts.

Ye Erniang followed Qin Wuya and worked closely at her side. For this reason, she recorded everything down into her account books using the same method that Qin Wuya used, which she liked to do.

Ye Erniang had only flipped through a few books, and quickly found the statistics on the amount of white candles used in the past two months in one of the booklets.

"Madam, we're all here. Would you like to take a look?" Ye Erniang passed the accounts she found to Qin Wuya.

Qin Wuya did not read carefully, she only casually pushed the accounts book under Yan Song's nose, and laughed: "Chief Steward Yan's words are so nice, why don't you recite it for me? In these two months, what's the amount of white candles in the manor?"

Ye Erniang's method of entering books was slightly different from that of a normal manager, but the contents of the books were clearly written in black and white.

Yan Song only lowered his head to take a glance, and his heart suddenly jumped. He did not dare to look at Qin Wuya's expression, and drooped his eyes.

Qin Wuya raised her eyebrows. "Chief Steward Yan, why aren't you reciting it?"

Yan Song remained silent, he was not anxious, and continued to ask: But I just said too much good words, do you feel like your mouth is dry now?

"No worries, I'll get someone to bring you a cup of hot tea to moisten your throat." With that, she no longer bothered with Yan Song's expression. Qin Wuya brought a pot of white tea from a servant outside and personally poured a cup for Yan Song. He chuckled: "Chief Steward Yan, the hot tea has arrived. "Warm up first, and then you can see it more carefully."

"Madam …" I... "Here I go …" Yan Song pursed his lips and wanted to say a few words of explanation, but when he looked at the cup of tea on the table, he did not know what to say.

"Seems like Chief Steward Yan doesn't miss me anymore." Qin Wuya pursed her lips, the fingers of her left hand rhythmically tapped on the table, and then made a slight "da" sound.

Even if his heart was at a loss, Yan Song knew that he had kicked an iron board. He could not help but feel bitter, blaming himself for talking too much, originally just wanting to take credit, but he did not expect that not only did he not succeed, he had even taken a stone and smashed his own foot.

"Lady Ye, since Chief Steward Yan doesn't want to speak, you can speak up for him." Just yesterday, how many white candles did the entire villa use?

"In reply to Madam, there are 783." Ye Erniang retrieved the account book and answered honestly.

"What about the day before yesterday?"

"Seven hundred thirty-six."

"How about three days ago?"

"It's 742."

"Ever since the beginning of winter, is there a day when the number of white candles in the manor above eight hundred?" Qin Wuya sipped on her tea and continued to ask unhurriedly.

Ye Erniang shook her head.

Qin Wuya put down the teacup in her hand: "So you're saying, in these two months, the number of white candles that the Villa uses everyday is about the same?"

"Yes, ma'am. The difference won't exceed fifty or so. " Ye Erniang replied.

"Since there are no more than 800 a day, how many of them should be used per month?" Qin Wuya laughed lightly, she then knocked on the teacup in front of Yan Song and said: "This lady's counting skills are not good, what if Chief Steward Yan calculates for me?"

"Yes …" is less than 24,000... Four thousand. " Chief Steward Yan swallowed his saliva and replied softly.

Qin Wuya continued to play with the tea cups and asked again, "How many boxes can the 24,000 white candles hold?"

"Two …" "24 boxes." Yan Song's face became even more ashen.

Qin Wuya withdrew her finger and relaxed her back, she leaned her entire body against her back and raised her eyebrows as she looked at Yan Song: "Does Chief Steward Yan still remember how many boxes of white candles our Villa had for the last time last time?"

Yan Song's face turned pale white, he pursed his lips and did not dare speak anymore.

Qin Wuya glanced at Ye Erniang, and the latter understood: "At the end of last month, there were a total of six trips down the mountain. At the end of the month, there were two of them who delivered white candles, for a total of six hundred boxes."

"Oh? Since the total amount of white candles in the Villa was not even twenty-four, why did Chief Steward Yan order people to go down the mountain twice to collect white candles? "

Seeing that Yan Song still had not opened his mouth, Qin Wuya slightly darkened her face and said with a cold smile: "According to the rules of the villa, the amount of items stored within the inner-service consumption category must be twenty times the amount that is consumed each month. The consumption of white candles in the villa was less than twenty-four boxes per month, so the stock of white candles in the internal affairs warehouse only needed to fill four hundred and eighty boxes.

Even so, Chief Steward Yan had sent people down the mountain to collect white candles a month ago. Furthermore, there were more than six hundred boxes in total.

"This is …" It's because I'm afraid that when it's winter, the state will... "It's snowing here, what if it's snowing and sealing the mountain, at that time, I'm afraid …" Yan Song vaguely tried to find a reason for himself, but because he was too nervous, he couldn't find the reason.

Qin Wuya sneered, raised her eyebrows, and said: "Housekeeper Yan is worried that after several months of mountain sealing, the original stock of white candles in the treasury won't be enough to support the entire Sunset Cloud Villa, right?"

"Yes …" "Yes!" Yan Song wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his tongue.

Knowing that Yan Song would not rest in peace even if he had to, Qin Wuya was not anxious. She opened the account book and slowly recited, "Early in October, the recruitment office called for carriages and horses to come down the mountain five times. One time was to collect white candles, for a total of four hundred boxes.

From the beginning of October to the middle of December, there were less than fifty boxes of white candles in the entire villa.

A month ago, Chief Steward Yan sent someone else down the mountain twice more to prepare the six hundred boxes of white candles. There were a total of one thousand boxes of white candles, and other than the fifty boxes that were used, there were at least nine hundred and fifty boxes in the warehouse.

Nine hundred and fifty boxes of cages, a total of nine hundred and fifty thousand pieces of white wax. And it was not even half a month yet, Chief Steward Yan actually said today that the white candles in the warehouse were not enough? I would like to ask if these 950,000 white candles have really been sent to the Sunset Cloud Villa, so it would seem that they have been sent to the stomach of Chief Steward Yan? "