Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 134: Calculation Room Odd Jobs

The bell tolled at mao hour, its sound heavy and prolonged.

Su Ming opened his eyes.

The room was still dark, only a sliver of fish-belly white light seeping through the window paper.

From the next room came the loud sound of Zhang Meng turning over, while from Manager Zhao's room in the north wing, the faint sound of water could be heard, presumably as he had already gotten up to wash.

Su Ming did not get out of bed immediately.

He felt the wisp of spiritual energy within him, finer than a strand of hair, struggling to worm its way through his damaged meridians.

A whole night of breathing exercises had yielded minimal results.

The damage to his Dao Foundation was like a leaky wooden bucket; eight or nine out of every ten parts of the spiritual energy drawn in silently dissipated.

He sat up and put on that brand-new set of gray menial clothes.

The coarse cloth material was a bit rough against his skin, but he felt a long-lost sense of solidity on his body.He pushed open the door. The slightly cool air at the foot of the mountain in the early morning rushed into his lungs, carrying the freshness of earth and vegetation.

Zhang Meng also walked out yawning, his burly upper body bare, the lines of his muscles distinct in the morning light.

"Brother Su, morning!" he greeted in a muffled, booming voice, picking up a bucket from the corner of the courtyard. He drew a bucket of water from the old well and poured it over his head.

The icy well water made him shudder, instantly waking him up completely.

"Let's go, time to get our assignments!"

The huge square in front of the External Affairs Hall was already packed with a sea of dark heads.

Over a thousand menial disciples were divided into ten squares according to the areas they were responsible for, silent as crows.

Standing among the crowd, Su Ming activated the Aura Concealment Art, minimizing his own presence to the lowest.

A steward from the External Affairs Hall stood on a high platform, holding a jade slip, reading out today's personnel transfers and task assignments with an expressionless face.

The vast majority were repetitive, hard labor jobs.

"... Courtyard Ding-Qi, Zhang Meng, Spirit Beast Valley, cleaning the Cloud-Steppers stables."

"... Courtyard Ding-Qi, Li Kai, Formation Peak, transporting discarded formation materials."

"... Courtyard Ding-Qi, Zhao Ping, Pill Cauldron Peak, weeding the herb fields."

Su Ming listened. Zhao Ping was likely the name of that Manager Zhao.

"Courtyard Ding-Qi, Su Ming."

"... Transferred to the Accounting Office of the External Affairs Hall. Report there immediately."

As soon as these words were spoken, countless gazes filled with envy, jealousy, and doubt swiveled towards Su Ming in unison.

The Accounting Office!

was heaven in the eyes

physical labor, just sitting

was an incredibly

walked out of

located in a side hall halfway

were planted with emerald bamboo, creating

Ming pushed the door open. The stale scent of ink

room was large. Shelves reaching to the roof beams lined the walls, crammed full with various account books and

buried among mountains of paperwork, the crisp sounds of abacus beads clicking

even busier than Su Ming

"Newcomer?"

man poked his head out from behind a pile of account books, his

was graying, his face covered in wrinkles, and an

ordered to report to the Accounting Office." Su

and pointed to a small, empty desk in the

on, you'll call me

natural sense of exclusion that an old-timer held towards

didn't mind. He followed the instruction and went to sit

the Accounting Office means you're here to enjoy

stack of bamboo slips, their edges already frayed, onto Su

the material in-and-out warehouse receipts from the Vessel Hall for last quarter. A complete mess, nobody wants to

you a scholar? Today, sort these out

them out,

saying this, he clasped his hands behind his back, strolled back to his own seat, picked up his teacup, and

nearby secretly glanced at Su Ming, their eyes holding a trace

all seen that pile of messy

had tempers as foul and hard as their hammers. Their receipts were even

Manager Liu putting a newbie

picked up the topmost

stains, sloppy handwriting,

indeed a

of Su Ming's mouth lifted slightly in

he feared

he feared was having

not touch the abacus

lightly traced over the bamboo slip, his

brain was the most

loss three

Copper, outgoing inventory one hundred seven jin, used to forge

outgoing inventory one thousand two hundred pieces, used to inscribe 'Spirit Gathering Array

"Formation Flags..."

two words, Su Ming's

reticent

He continued reading.

automatically

passed bit by