Shen Tang, who was sitting in, quietly raised her hand like an elementary school student.
Qi Shan and the other two silently watched her strange gesture.
Chu Yao asked with concern, "Is Wu Lang feeling unwell?"
Did she see something filthy?
Otherwise, why was she waving at empty space?
In this world, raising one's hand was more akin to "waving goodbye" than saying, "I have something to say."
Shen Tang realized this belatedly. Awkwardly lowering her right hand, she said sheepishly, "I wanted to say that I know how to determine whether the Tax Silver convoy is real or fake."
Qi Shan raised his brows slightly at that.
He asked with interest, "Young Master Shen, please elaborate."
Shen Tang said, "This problem is simple. First, we need to find out some information—how many copper coins, silver ingots, and gold ingots are there in this batch of Tax Silver? What is their combined weight? How many carts and horses are needed to transport them? Gold, silver, and copper of the same size all have different weights. We don't need the exact figures, either. We can make a rough estimate, then look at how deeply the wheels sink under the weight and how fast the horses move. The real and fake convoys will be clear at a glance."
Even if the fake convoy were loaded with sand and stones, its weight would give it away.
It was indeed a relatively simple and effective method.
But—
Gongshu Wu said, "We'll probably have to look at the account books to know that."
Even if Qi Shan and the others had some connections, it was impossible for them to gain access to such confidential information. They would have to think of another way.
Chu Yao, on the other hand, felt that this was very simple.