His soul transmigrated into the scene of defeat at the Battle of Gaoping, and Liu Fei became a grain clerk.
The whole army was fleeing, the rear guard was beheading deserters, and unruly soldiers were looting grain. He escorted a cart of leftover provisions and survived until the night of the purge.
In his previous life, he studied the finances of military governors during the Five Dynasties. In this life, he understood two things best: how to balance the books and how to stay alive.
Chai Rong had executed more than seventy fleeing generals. Now he asked who could still make sense of the army's grain accounts.
Liu Fei stepped forward. "I can."
From that moment on, he began as a grain clerk and set rules for a world in chaos.
Grain accounts, troop quotas, transport, military law: every rule he established made even the most powerful commanders bow their heads.
Until someone asked him, "Zhao Kuangyin is about to be forced onto the throne. What will you do about your rules?"
He replied, "Then I'll make the rules take root in the hands that wield the blades."
Heartburn. . . . . . . .