After finishing his conversation with Cai He, Fang Yun immediately ordered his private soldiers to inspect the grain stores and prevent anything from going wrong.
Buying old grain to replace new grain and pocketing the difference was a common tactic of storehouse officials. Worse still, some simply resold huge quantities of grain, then burned everything down with a single fire before any inspection could take place.
Although the aides who had arrived with him had personally taken part in the handover, and Ji Zhibai had not left behind the slightest problem, it was still necessary to inspect the granaries again.
Upon arriving at the county office, Fang Yun took his seat in the main hall. Rather than immediately opening court, he closed his eyes to rest.
In one corner of the hall lay great heaps of documents and account books.
Ao Huang floated in midair and asked curiously, "Fang Yun, how did you dare arrest so many workshop masters? Are you certain every one of them had done something wrong?"
Fang Yun replied casually, "If we killed them all, some would certainly be wronged. But if we lined them up and killed every other one, there would definitely still be fish that slipped through the net."
A chill ran through Ao Huang's heart as he listened. He exclaimed, "The officials of Ning'an County have rotted to such a state. How can things still function?"
Fang Yun sneered. "Those high-ranking officials boast that it is all their achievement. They do deserve some credit, but not much. Ning'an County has remained relatively functional for three reasons. First, the border army protects the nation and defends the land. Second, the people of Jing Kingdom are hardworking and kind; those who stir up trouble are few in the end. Third, the low-ranking runners, constables,