The news that the fief lord ordered to reduce the expenses of the inner house was like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Within a few days, it rippled in every corner of Ji's mansion. When Yun Daye swept the corridor every day, he could always hear the servants whispering, saying that the maid in the second lady's courtyard was given twenty canes because the powder she distributed was half missing. He also said that the bronze mirror in the third lady's room was cracked, and the steward actually said that there were no new ones in the warehouse, and only gave a rough polished copper piece to make up the amount.
"When people are in panic, troubles are most likely to occur and flaws are most likely to be exposed." Yun Daye squatted under the pomegranate tree and swept the fallen leaves, thinking secretly in his mind. Although her current errand was inconspicuous, it was called "near" - close to the main room where the fief lord handled affairs, close to the guests coming and going, and close to the servants who could not hide their words. Just like in a shopping mall, the salesperson standing at the front of the counter can always be the first to feel the real needs of customers.
