Bookkeeper of a Poor Family

After a hundred years of peace in the Great Yong Dynasty, the world was not yet in chaos, but the account books were in chaos first. The county warehouse is empty, the land registration is fake, and the price of grain is rising day by day in the dark, but the government officials still have to write the word "Taiping" into the report. When Chen Zhibai woke up, he became the son of a household clerk in Qingxi County. My father was forced to sign a warehouse account late at night. As soon as he put pen to paper, he would have a scapegoat for the loss of 376 shi. He has no system, no soldiers, and no bunch of fools waiting to be crushed. I only have a few damp old accounts at hand, a leaky courtyard, and the eyesight I developed while doing financial auditing in my previous life. If the food is low, the food will be checked; if the accounts are wrong, the accounts will be checked. But in this world, seeing the truth is not the most difficult. What is difficult is to live to tell the truth. From Qingxi County Warehouse to Jiangnan Salt Road, from Bianjun Liangtai to Jindian Fenglei, Chen Zhibai saw step by step the real root cause of Dayong's illness: it was not that one county was in deficit, or that one official was corrupt, but that everyone was accustomed to using false accounts to maintain peace. At first he just wanted to save his father. Later I realized that if this debt is not recalculated, sooner or later the weakest person in the world will have to pay.