The Elixir Is Half Way Through

In the 22nd year of Jiajing's reign, Shen Wei was introduced to an alchemy room in the suburbs of Beijing. Food and accommodation are included, and monthly payments are provided. If you do well, you can even get a referral. He had been out of office for many years, and for the first time he felt that his life was settled. The errands were not difficult either: sorting out old accounts and transcribing the earnings from each day's fire into a book. After being admitted to the hospital, he discovered that the elixir had not yet been refined, and the silver reward for success had been spent; his predecessor left 26 old books, but he could not find any basis for "more than half the merit". The superiors have just set a deadline: ninety days later, they will be ready to submit. Shen Wei originally wanted to find out one by one. But every time he corrects something, some people will not receive their wages, some will not be able to keep their reputations, and some may be convicted. Occasionally, if he changed his words, things would go smoothly, and everyone would come to thank him. It wasn't until one day when something happened in the backyard that he discovered that the sentence he used to explain the accident was written by himself.