After that, Mo Yunzhao became very busy.

Now that she can see, things are much easier for her, including in the mansion, where she knows clearly who betrayed their master and who died for him in her previous life.

The first thing she did was to reconcile the accounts.

At first, Ms. Qian was so worried that she couldn't eat or sleep well, and she was really anxious and restless.

But then I thought, even if Mo Yunzhao can see it now, he couldn't see it before.

They don't know how to reconcile accounts at all, and they don't understand them either, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Mo Jinghao had something on his mind, but he kept it to himself and brought Qian Shi to the flower hall every day to serve them their meals.

It seems that they really do keep their identity in mind at all times.

In the study.

Mo Yunzhao sat down, then pointed to the ledger and spoke to Mo Yunlan beside him.

"Here, the jade coral cost ten thousand taels, and this blue and white porcelain actually cost one thousand taels?"

Mo Yunlan glanced at the total and said, "There's no mistake. I've checked the ledger."

This number made her dizzy.

Arithmetic is the most annoying thing.

Mo Yunzhao looked up at her, shaking his head and smiling helplessly.

“What kind of jade coral is worth ten thousand taels? This blue and white porcelain is right here in your room. I took a look, and it’s worth at most five hundred taels.”

Mo Yunlan snapped out of her daze and blinked. "So, you're reporting inflated accounts?"

Mo Yunzhao hummed in agreement, then continued to flip through the ledger, pointing out many instances of inflated prices and inaccuracies, with the amounts not matching up.

"Do you know how much the City Lord's Mansion costs in a year?" Mo Yunzhao asked him.

Mo Yunlan pointed to last year's account book, "One million taels of silver, and that's just for living expenses and social obligations within the household."

The monthly wages for servants and guards have not yet been included.

“We don’t eat delicacies every day. Social expenses are reciprocal, but if you look at these accounts, we’ve spent more than we’ve earned in the past few years.”

Mo Yunlan picked up the ledger and looked at it again, but still shook her head.

She didn't understand.

Mo Yunzhao felt that he should give up on her when it came to keeping accounts.

“The city lord’s mansion is now just an empty shell, and the taxes paid by the people below are also clearly wrong.”

Mo Yunlan felt overwhelmed. "Not to mention the tax ledger. These past few days, while looking at the ledger, I've been dreaming of a line of numbers chasing me from behind."

Mo Yunzhao shook his head with a chuckle, "Fu Meng."

Fu Meng accepted the order and stepped forward.

"Send someone to investigate the tax revenue outside Moyang City, what percentage it is, and do it privately."

Fu Meng accepted the order and left.

She always spoke little but did much.

The only time I was emotionally agitated was the day Mo Yunzhao had his accident.

Mo Yunlan wasn't stupid. "Does A-Zhao suspect that Second Uncle has secretly increased taxes?"

The counties under the jurisdiction of Moyang City are quite large, and the taxes are collected by them, not by the imperial court.

However, the presence of government officials in the city, who would be involved, also reassured the imperial court.

But in reality, it's just a formality, mainly responsible for handling cases and such matters.

We can't let every little thing escalate to the city lord's mansion.

Mo Yunzhao closed the ledger. "It's not a doubt, it's a certainty."

In her previous life, some people from the county had made a scene at the city lord's mansion, right in front of her, and almost drove her to her death.

Because taxes accounted for 80% of the total tax burden, leaving only 20% for ordinary people, they suffered so much that they couldn't even afford a single grain of rice for three days.

Mo Yunlan frowned.

In the counties under the jurisdiction of Moyang City, the people only need to pay 10% tax when the weather is good, so their lives are generally quite comfortable. However, if they have to pay more...

The suffering was indescribable.

Mo Yunlan clenched her fist. "Ah Zhao, what should we do?"

Mo Yunzhao looked at the ledger and smiled, "The parasites have been there for too long, it's time to get rid of them."