In the accounting room, Yang Zhenshan sat decisively at the desk, while Xu Zhen and others outside exchanged puzzled looks.
"Lord, there was a shortage of thirty bushels of grain last month!"
"Lord, there was an issue with the disbursement of silver coin in May, they actually purchased thirty bolts of silk!"
"Lord, there are twenty fewer tendons bows in the storeroom!"
As Yang Chengxu and a few others audited the accounts, one problem after another was laid before Yang Zhenshan, causing the officials waiting outside to break into a cold sweat on their foreheads.
Yang Zhenshan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Tendon bows?"
"Yes, in March of this year, a hundred tendon bows entered the warehouse, but now only eighty remain with no records of them being checked out!" Yang Chengxu said.
The outflow of military equipment was a serious matter.
If found out, it could lead to losing one's head.
Yang Zhenshan glanced at Xu Zhen and the others outside, nodding nonchalantly.
