Tens of Millions of Accounts

On the eve of the empire's collapse, all accounts must be settled - even with a knife. He comes from modern times, and as soon as he opens his eyes, he has entered the palace with an unknown number. He doesn't know martial arts, he only knows arithmetic; he doesn't approve memorials, he only changes numbers. As soon as the driving notice comes out, the list of house raids is longer than the history book; with a little ink pen, ten thousand taels of silver are moved out of thin air. The border wars, famines and famines, and the salaries of hundreds of officials were all written down by him in a book called "Ten Thousand Accounts" that no one can see: One life = two hundred and thirty taels A city = 3.7 Million taels One disaster relief = depreciation of 80,000 corpses The deficit snowballed, but he settled it on a knife's edge. When there were only 70,000 taels of snowflake silver left in the imperial city, and when Li Zicheng's troops came to the city, The moment when all the numbers finally didn't match up—— The account books were burned by fire, and a thousand knives fell, Only then did he understand: What really destroys a country is never the sword, but the ever-unbalanced balance sheet. "Millions of Accounts" - a diary of the empire's financial collapse written in blood and cinnabar. When the sword rises, the account is leveled; when the sword falls, the country is destroyed.