On the first day Xie Lingyi took office, he had three thousand dan in his account and only half a bag of moldy rice left in the granary. Three hours later, the northern front line ran out of food. Her predecessor forced her to settle the old account, and the state government was waiting for her to bear the loss.
She tore off the "accepted" letters in public, sealed the warehouses and posthouses, rescued the most urgent military towns first, and then opened the fake accounts one by one, car by car and bag by bag. The old cards wanted to suppress the door, so she made the old cards invalid; the general ledger wanted to swallow the car owner's money, so she let the money bags return to her own hands one by one.
The supervisor, Pei Yan, stood outside the white pile, only witnessing every step she made with her own hands. What she wants to regain is not a station, but the right of way of the entire northern line.
