Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 132: Miscellaneous Disciple

Su Ming didn't hesitate in the slightest. He directly upended one of the boxes onto the floor.

With a crash, countless bamboo scrolls, account books, and scattered slips of paper, mixed with dust and the smell of mildew, spread across the ground.

A suppressed snicker came from the disciples outside.

Amateur!

A real accountant would examine the ledgers scroll by scroll. Who would treat account books so roughly?

Su Ming paid no attention to the surrounding gazes.

He crouched down, his hands moving like phantoms, rapidly sorting through the pile of old papers.

"What is he doing?" Mingyue whispered.

Qingfeng couldn't understand either, frowning and staring intently.

Su Ming's hands never stopped moving, and he was even muttering under his breath, his voice so low that others couldn't make out the words."Year of Jiazi, seventh month, Green Dew Grass, three hundred and twelve catties, entered Warehouse Bing-7..."

"Year of Jiazi, eighth month, Fire Sun Flower, ninety-seven plants, entered Warehouse Jia-3..."

"Year of Yichou, first month, Red-Tailed Rooster Inner Cores, three missing, recorded as bad debt..."

He wasn't using counting rods. He wasn't using paper or brush.

All the accounts were being calculated, categorized, and consolidated at lightning speed within his mind.

He divided the account books on the floor into several distinct piles.

On his left side were the monthly total entry ledgers.

On his right side were the detailed accounts sorted by medicinal herb type.

Directly in front were those slips and notes with messy handwriting and unclear figures.

The entire process flowed smoothly, without the slightest hesitation.

At first, the disciples outside the quiet room watched with a mentality of waiting for a joke.

But gradually, their smiles froze.

That young man's speed was too fast!

Fast beyond reason!

They couldn't even clearly see the youth's fingers flipping through the bamboo scrolls, only catching a blur of afterimages.

The mountain-like pile of accounts visibly decreased at a rapid pace.

Meanwhile, the several piles of sorted ledgers on the ground grew taller and neater.

Half an hour passed.

Su Ming placed down the last bamboo scroll.

his hands, and bowed deeply towards Elder Ma, who was still

has been accomplished

quiet room fell into

looked at

originally chaotic and disorderly

boxes of account books had been sorted and organized by him into thirty-six scrolls

of each scroll, clear labels were written

Year

Ledger for Spirit Herb

Questionable Bad

...

elegant, the organization clear and

steward's mouth hung open wide enough to fit

unable to believe what

how was this

sense of this mess of accounts in half a month, yet this kid managed it in less

Ma slowly opened his eyes. A genuine glint of light flashed for the first

lifting his chin towards

"Go. Check."

"Yes... yes!"

middle-aged steward snapped out of his daze. He hurriedly called two disciples and, flustered,

sweat appeared

to find fault,

more they checked, the more shocked they

Not a single discrepancy!

every

originally mixed together and impossible to calculate clearly had all been accounted for by Su Ming

"Elder..."

middle-aged steward's voice carried a slight tremor,

the accounts, they

wave of astonishment throughout

and Mingyue exchanged a glance, both seeing

"You, are quite good."

slowly nodded,

menial disciple

this, the massive boulder in Su Ming's heart finally settled

deeply again, his voice

"Thank you, Elder."

he finally had a place

the lowest, most

him, it

...

Half an hour later.

followed a disciple from the External Affairs Hall to complete the sect entry

signed a special

from some kind of beast hide, densely covered

contract, the drop was instantly absorbed by the hide, transforming into a mysterious rune

intangible feeling of restraint, originating from the rules of heaven and earth, settled upon

is the 'Menial Contract,' witnessed by the sect's grand

one guiding him was precisely the young disciple who had seemed

must remember the rules

privately teaching or cultivating sect cultivation methods. If