Shen Qingyi opened a teahouse in the suburbs of Beijing. She originally wanted to rely on this small space to support her retirement, but life was always unsatisfactory. Good news: The teahouse is located on the only way to Beijing, and its business is booming and its financial resources are abundant. Bad news: The scholars rushing to take the exam this year are having a difficult time attending each exam. Especially Pei Zian, who lives in a woodshed and can't even pay for tea. Shen Qingyi followed the principle of "opening the door for business and not raising idle people" and planned to kick this poor scholar out. But who knows, this scholar not only has a face that brings disaster to the country and the people, but also has an exquisite heart with seven orifices. When someone caused trouble in her teahouse, he made her leave in shame with just a few words; her accounts were in confusion, but he cleared them up with a casual abacus. Shen Qingyi: ... Okay, it's not bad to stay as an accountant. As a result, a strange scene appeared in the Manxiangyuan Tea House: the beautiful and aggressive female shopkeeper was counting money at the counter, and the cold and aloof scholar was studying hard by the window. Occasionally, he raised his head, and their eyes met, full of inexplicable ambiguity. However, the capital is deep in water and the powerful are in power. When Pei Zian's true life experience comes to light, and when the shady secrets of the imperial examination come under heavy pressure, how can they keep the fragrance of tea in this troubled world without a golden finger? Shen Qingyi sneered and dialed the abacus: "I only believe in two things in my life, one is money, and the other is Pei Zian's pen. Whoever dares to cut off my wealth, I will cut off his life!"
