Chapter 190

Chu Yunyao didn't seem to hear it, and pushed the bone china cup away from her account book, without raising her head, she continued to deal with the work in hand.

Mu Qing couldn't bear it any longer, and fell asleep lying on the table.

Mo Lingyuan's gloom gradually disappeared amidst the clanging abacus. He sat opposite her, dealing with the internal affairs documents in the barracks, and silently accompanied her.

…

At dawn, Chu Yunyao closed the last ledger in her hand, stood up, yawned, and stretched.

"I'm so sleepy, I need to rest."

"Go to my bedroom for a while, it's almost dawn." Mo Lingyuan put down the pen in his hand, and took the notebook she put on the table.

"No, I want to go back to Wangyue Pavilion, Bao'er might still be waiting for me." Chu Yunyao rubbed her eyes and kicked the snoring Mu Qing: "It's over, I'm leaving, you and the accountant Check it out, old man, if there is no problem, I can take over the accounts of the Young Marshal's Mansion."

After finishing speaking, he staggered out of the study.

Seeing Mo Lingyuan staring at the notebook in a daze, Mu Qing asked worriedly, "Young commander, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with the book?"

"No." Mo Lingyuan threw the notebook to Mu Qing, "There is not even a penny in the book."

Mu Qing flipped through the pages, the more shocked he became.

Chu Yunyao not only sorted out the monthly income and expenditure, but also summarized the quarterly income and expenditure and the half-year income and expenditure.

In detail, clearly, all are listed.

Army expenditures.

The shops and houses under the name of the Marshal's Mansion, as well as the factories and businesses in operation.

Everything is clear.

Even he, a layman who gets dizzy when he sees the data, can see clearly.

But with so many accounts, it only took one night to settle them.

Not to mention the old gentleman, even compared with the young marshal, he is even worse than him.

Mu Qing turned sideways and looked at Mo Lingyuan with a dignified expression: "Young commander, the young lady is really not the fifth lady of the Chu family!"

The real Chu Yunyao grew up in a remote village. The teachers in the town can only read a few words. How could it be possible to teach such a good student?

Mo Lingyuan clenched the bone china cup tightly and remained silent.

…

Seeing that there was still candlelight in the bedroom, Chu Yunyao opened the door and went in.

Bao'er was picking up the soles of her shoes. Seeing that Chu Yunyao had finally returned, she hurriedly put down her needle and thread: "Miss, don't you stay in Chuxing Building? Why did you come here so early?"

"I miss my Bao'er, I'll come back here when I'm done." Chu Yunyao took off her shoes and socks, rolled over on the bed, and patted the empty space beside her: "Bao'er, come and sleep with me, don't mess with me at night. These, so as not to damage the eyes."

"I took a short nap during the day and couldn't sleep at night. I was thinking that your shoes are too small for you, Miss. Hurry up and make a new pair to avoid binding your feet." Bao'er twisted a warm and wet towel to wipe her face: " Miss, go to bed by yourself, I'll go to sleep next door."

Chu Yunyao enjoyed Bao'er's care, with her arms resting on her head: "Just go to the store and buy a pair, it will save you trouble."

"You can buy the clothes you wear outside in the store, but you can leave the close-fitting clothes and the small accessories that Miss wears when she sleeps and rest to Bao'er. These shoes are only worn at home, so they are more comfortable."

Bao'er was already careful, so she took out a pink bellyband from the cabinet and stuffed it to Chu Yunyao: "Miss is getting bigger and bigger, so I will wear this in the future, don't wrap it in that white cotton cloth."

Chu Yunyao blushed slightly, and touched her chest under the quilt.

It seems that the traditional Chinese medicine and food for breast enhancement started to work, and the chest has a slight curvature.

Xiao He just showed her sharp corners...