At Wang Fu's house, however, an old daily calendar served as the ledger. A page was torn off each day, and once the year was through, the backs of the pages were used to keep accounts.
Wang Fu flipped open a page and handed it to Zhao Jun, saying, "Jun, take a look. It's one-eighty. That's right."
Zhao Jun frowned, reaching out to take the ledger. He clearly remembered buying only two jin of crispy pastries.
'Could that stuff really cost ninety cents a jin?'
But when he took the ledger and glanced at it, Zhao Jun froze. Of all the items recorded on the page, he only remembered the first line: two jin of crispy pastries.
Further down the list were oven-baked sweets, sponge cakes, large cookies... Looking at it, Zhao Jun assumed Wang Fu had made a mistake and charged someone else's purchases to his account.
"Uncle Wang," Zhao Jun said, pushing the ledger back toward Wang Fu. "Did you make a mistake here? I only took two jin of crispy pastries the day before yesterday, didn't I?"
