I transmigrated as Little Drill Wind of Lion Camel Ridge and drew the only death lot.
To save my life, I knelt and said, “This humble one is an excellent cook.”
Tang Sanzang took a bite and said to bring me along.
But something was off about this pilgrimage team.
Zhu Bajie slacked off, while Sha Monk coasted along.
They didn’t fight monsters on the road. They were all busy crunching the numbers.
Brother Monkey said, “The last one who kept the books was taken by the Heavenly Court, accountant and accounts alike.
“Now, do you dare keep them?”
I braced myself and said, “I do.”
Ten thousand taels were approved to build a bridge over Tongtian River, but only eight hundred arrived. The bridge was made by a monkey.
The operating rights to the Mother-Child River in the Kingdom of Women were auctioned off by the Underworld at 300 percent of their value. It became a ghost-run company.
The Underworld launched VIP reincarnation packages. The best spots for rich heirs went to the highest bidder.
Red Boy passed the Heavenly Court’s civil service exam, and Flaming Mountain became his family’s four-A tourist attraction.
This ledger
runs for 108,000 li from cover to cover.
It's so realistic, down-to-earth, and every word is vivid, except that I didn't mention any names.