When the carriage returned to camp, Jiang Hao entered the sleeping quarters and saw Lu Zhi lowering her head over the accounts, the abacus in her hands clattering nonstop. Just as he was about to go over and take a look, he suddenly caught the smell of charcoal in the room. He glanced at the burning brazier beside her, immediately walked to the window, and pushed it open. A gust of cold air rushed in.
"Ah, my lord, why did you open the window? The cold wind is all coming in." Lu Zhi was somewhat sensitive to the cold and spoke up at once when the chill hit her.
After airing out the room, Jiang Hao closed the window and said, "If I hadn't opened it, you might have gotten carbon monoxide poisoning. When there's a charcoal brazier burning indoors, you need to air the room out from time to time."
"Carbon monoxide? What is that?" Lu Zhi knew her lord understood all sorts of strange and unusual knowledge.
"I'll tell you tonight when I have time. How are those accounts?" Jiang Hao sat before the desk, casually picked up a ledger, flipped through it, and asked.
"I first focused on the account books of those people who wanted to harm you, my lord. These Supervisors each manage their own area, meaning they each have their own income and expenditures. I merely made a rough review, and I already found a great many problems."
"For example, this Cang Ling oversees money and grain. The money and grain listed as expenses in his accounts are countless. At first, he made an effort to conceal it, but later he became completely brazen, simply recording an entry and calling it done. Yet much of it doesn't match the corresponding ledgers at all. I