In the Foggy Borderland, I Relied on My Ledgers to Defend a City.

Three hours later, Baitanguan Beimen Street will be cleared from the mist; seven days later, at midnight, the city's official debt night will come. When Zuo Huance, the secretary of the granary, was taken to trial, Bai Tan's account recorded 151,000 kilograms of grain, but there were only 63,300 kilograms left in the granary. One thousand one hundred and forty victims outside the city had just entered the north gate, and no one knew whether the next thing to disappear from the list would be a house number, a house, or a living person. In the mezzanine of the abandoned city gate, an old account book named "Return to Household Book" woke up. It cannot produce food out of thin air, nor can it investigate cases for others; only real people, real materials and truly fulfilled responsibilities can be exchanged for a city lamp that protects the streets. Huan Ce could only check grain, repair wells, and establish rationing first, and write the first street back into the account before the disaster and fog swallowed the city. When he expanded the Deng Street into a Deng City and connected a border town into a hundred-mile Huzhu Road, he discovered that Baitan Pass had long been torn off the list of the world by the old dynasty, and this disaster was never an ordinary natural disaster. "This time, no one can be left off the books."