"Alas, Master Feng Xiao, when it comes to medical skills, you are unmatched. But accounting, especially the accounts of the Ministry of Revenue..."
Lu Yin paused, hesitant to continue.
It wasn't him boasting. Among the three men present, in terms of calculating finances, they could rank within the top ten in Chu City.
Yet the accounts of the Ministry of Revenue were too chaotic; the records of nearly a decade were a complete mess, and it was impossible to sort them out in just a few days.
Feng Bailing picked up an account book and flipped through a few pages.
She took pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wrote down several lines.
She wrote down the Arabic numerals 1234567890, corresponding to the traditional Chinese numbers 一二三 (One Two Three) and so on.
