Kamakura paper is expensive, but there are many big fortune accounts.

Years and months, counting, income and expenditure, every stroke is on the table, and the handwriting is still clear. They are piled up one by one, and they can almost bury the small half-demon.

Seeing that the half demon was holding his hands expressionlessly, the merchant exchanged several glances, and his expression immediately changed from panic to old god.

What are they panic?

How old is a half-demon? Is he able to read? Can he calculate? Do he have the patience to check each fortune book?

impossible!

Even the best expert in digging ten plates can start to check the accounts in half a month. What can a mere demon do? I'm afraid I have never touched the abacus before?

Ban Yao can now hold on to the air and pretend to behave. When you open the account book, you will still let your subordinates do their business.

At that time, how many words "leave them to capable people" have been said by Ban Yao, they will slap themselves in the face. Haha, when the time is right, they will definitely ask him if he dares to give up the head of the merchant and let capable people come?

They are waiting to see the show.

Someone even presented the Shilu Pan: "Young Master, this is Shilu Pan." He explained in detail, fearing that he would not know, "Since the flying bird period, it was introduced to the big island from the continent, also known as "Abacus", it is an object specifically used for counting. Since the young master is planning to check the accounts, please be sure to use it!"

Yuan glanced at him: "I don't need the Shi Lu Pan."

The merchant was overjoyed and was about to use half demon words to hit half demon in the face, but he didn't know that Yuan Yi was talking about "no need" rather than "not not able to use it".

Yuan Yi: "It's too slow to use the Shilu Pan, so I'd better make up my mind."

Old Foxes:...

I found it interesting, Sesshomaru still observing secretly:...

As he said that, Yuan Yi picked up the first great fortune book. He opened one side and then another. He was like a joke to read the account book, "checking" at a speed that ordinary people could not reach.

After all, he was a genius, and he studied mathematics with Himeku, seven hundred years later. Although he learned superficially, he was a little bit interested in dealing with accounts and counting.

The complex and long words on Dafu's account turned into Arabic numerals and jumped into his mind. He arranged and reorganized them with powerful logical thinking, and then came up with the correct answer in a flash.

He turned the bill with his left hand and dipped the long armor on his right hand into ink. Whenever he encountered strange places, he would use the long armor to outline it.

However, the genius' mental algorithm is not accepted by mediocre people. Faced with Yuanyi's fast accounting check method, the puffy and short-sighed voice suddenly increased: "Hey, I'll tell you! This is too ridiculous! Are you really checking the accounts, aren't you destroying the great fortune account?"

Yuan threw the account book in front of him and then went to the next one.

His voice was faint: "I didn't destroy it." Seeing the old foxes still stunned, the honest child Yuan made up for eighteen swords with sincerity, and the knife was in his heart. "If you can't settle the score, let the capable people come."

Everyone:...

They picked up the Dafu Note with their hands and shivered and flipped it down. Soon, the sound of the merchant pulling the Shilu Pan sounded crackling.

Then, there is nothing.

Several old foxes who had finished ripping their legs and instantly stood firm.

"Ah! Lord Xiaodao, please cheer up! Don't let it pass, your account will be given fifty silver judging!" The maids of the Sixteen Nights pulled the fainter and shook wildly.

"Mr. Matsuda, your debts are a bit loss, please make up for it." Qianchun's mother-in-law said kindly.

The account book that was enough to bury Yuan Yi gradually became thinner. As the sound of begging for mercy in the courtyard sounded, Yuan Yi, who had always been the main focus of protecting humans, felt a little chilled in his heart.

He was harsh, mean, and prejudiced. He suspected that half of the reason why his mother was seriously ill was because of being dragged down by these guys.

Have they also targeted his mother as much as they targeted him?

After closing his eyes, he opened again. This time, his golden eyes were not warm: "I don't need to mess around, and Inuyama will not cooperate with the few people who are damaged in the future."

"No, Master, Master Inuyasha! Please..."

Yuan Yi threw down the last great fortune book, and the sun only shifted a little bit. It was efficient and accurate. For a moment, the courtyard was so quiet that it could be heard, leaving only a sound of begging for mercy.

"Master Inuyasha, I won't...I will definitely..."

Yuan Yi: "Mother-in-law Qianchun, please help me see off the guests."

"Yes." Qianchun smiled kindly, but immediately turned to face the "guest". She sent someone to drive the "guest" away, and then she felt a sigh of depression.

"It should have been done this long ago," she sighed.

With just one sentence, I realized that they are really sad about their mothers.

Yes, can a group of people who shouted "Not eating when he sees food is a shame for men" before he enters the tea room. Can they expect them to learn to respect people?

My mother used to work with these miscellaneous workers, and I thought she would be very angry. But why not just be a little bit like he drove them away like he drove them away?

Yuan Yi: "Why didn't my mother drive them away?"

"Ji Jun is kind." Qianchun said helplessly, "Women who are mothers always think of their children first. Ji Jun thinks of their wives and children, and always tells themselves to bear it."

Fate is silent.

There are some things that Qianchun is inconvenient to say, but he can think of. Mothers will think of other people's children, so how can they not think of him?

The more reason is that the mother wants to make more people recognize him, respect him, and love him through the benefits he gives?

Unfortunately, the relationship that is tied up with interests has never been reliable.

"Let's go and see my mother." Yuan waved his long sleeves of his hunting clothes, then walked in front of him with his hands together.

The servants quickly dispersed, and only the maids and Qianchun were left beside Yuanyi. He turned around the corner of the corridor as usual and quickly looked at the top of the hip mountain.

A little demonic aura dissipated, but my brother has been here.

It was just in Inuyama Castle, and it was not convenient for him to say hello to his brother.

First, humans fear the great monsters, which will cause unnecessary panic scenes, and may anger their brother; second, they are disgusted with humans, so it is good to pass by here to see him. If he is "going more and more", his head will be unsustainable.

Thinking of his brother's chestnut, Yuan Yi's ears trembled.

Well, since my brother has seen it, he should understand that he is really busy and can no longer follow him...

"Crash" sounded softly, Mingzhazi pushed away half of the fan.

Yuanyi sat cross-legged beside Shiliuye, leaned out his hand, and replied softly covering her.

"Have your mother woke up?" Yuan Yi asked.

In the shadow, the maid said, "Jun Ji woke up for a while and used some water and medicinal porridge. But she didn't get much in and fell asleep soon."

Yuan Yi nodded, at least it was much better than the initial delay. In the past sixteenth day of the year, Shiliuye has lost a lot. If he had not replied, he might have died in his sleep.

Yuanyi held one of Shiliuye's fingers and curled upside the edge of her couch. The light that was returning gradually faded, while Yuanyi fell asleep.

His mental arithmetic has not been exhausted at all, and his breathing method is always replenishing his strength. However, using the Tao is too much energy for a seven-year-old child. He has to sleep all night after three quarters of an hour of treatment.

"Mother, you must survive."

After murmuring, he fell asleep.

The sun sets westward and the bright moon rises. The earth returns to silence. Qianchun enters with a small mattress and covers the edge with his hands and feet. By the way, she helps Shiliuye tuck the corners of the quilt.

She stood up straight, and she looked at the sleeping half-demon mother and son, and finally sighed.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew across the inner room.

Qianchun thought it was the short book window that was not closed, but when she looked back, she was really shocked. She saw a handsome boy with white hair and golden eyes standing at the side of the gauze curtain dancing.

He was wearing armor and carrying a velvet tail. The crescent moon on his forehead and the demonic patterns on his face were obvious, and his expression was very cold.

Qianchun didn't shout. She lived long enough and had enough experience. After a brief panic, she looked at the appearance of the visitor and suddenly turned to her sleeping young master.

Very similar, but different.

She remembered that the young master had followed his brother before?

Could it be...

Qianchun calmed down his breath and saluted respectfully: "Sir, I'll give you a careless greeting."

Sesshomaru gathered his hands and said lightly: "Get off."

Unexpectedly, there was also a smart person next to the stupid half demon. He thought that only useless messes were left by his side.

When Qianchun heard the other party's words, he realized that although the visitor was a monster, his identity was absolutely extraordinary. He naturally blurted out that "retreat" was a tone that only nobles had.

Even though it was not suitable for him to enter the women and children's rooms, there was no room for her to criticize her.

Can't afford to offend.

Moreover, if the other party really does not benefit the young master and Ji Jun, he would have taken action long ago.

"Yes." Qianchun retreated quietly.

Humans passed by him, and Sesshomaru did not step forward.

The noble young man did not enter the woman's room, and this time he made an exception, just to see what the cub did to hold his human mother's life.

The result is reasonable and unexpected. The cub's mastery and control of the ghost realm is as extraordinary as his mental arithmetic.

It is not insulting the bloodline of the white dog, and it is much stronger than ordinary monsters. However, it is still "weak".

For those who bully the superiors, they did not kill them on the spot, but instead let them out of the city. Are they sure they could not make trouble, or did they simply think that they would reform themselves and not take revenge?

Perhaps humans and monsters deal with different ways, but only from human perspective, half-demon's approach is too tolerant.

After all, cubs are cubs, innocent.
To be continued...