Lu Changan was originally a ninth-grade Xielu Lang at the bottom of Taichang Temple in the Dajing Dynasty. He had only one motto in life: get off work on time and never take the blame.
Unexpectedly, before leaving get off work, he kicked the top-secret ledger of the dead man in the East Palace and was forced to be involved in the bloodthirsty meat grinder of the prince's heir apparent.
The King of Hell used a knife to force him to use him as bait, the commander of the imperial army wanted to raid his home, and the civil and military officials in the court wanted him to die in the party struggle.
Lu Changan was angry: You really think the settler is easy to bully, right?
Temple password? I used the abacus formula to brute force it!
The arsenal was inspected? I did the accounting on site and washed 30,000 kilograms of pig iron into air!
The treasury is empty? I will take a trip to Jiangnan and let those thousand-year-old families and Lianghuai salt merchants pawn their underwear!
In this troubled world where fate is like a piece of grass, he regards the world as his calculation and the princes as his calculation beads.
When the new emperor ascended the throne and thought he could finally get rid of the trouble, he discovered that the millions of troops, money, food and lifeblood of the Dajing Dynasty were all in the hands of this man.
Lu Changan sat on the chair of the Grand Master of the Ministry of Accounts and opened the account book: "Your Majesty, for the country of Dajing, you still owe me three million taels of interest. What do you plan to pay back?"
