About an hour later, Gongsun Xue piled up several mountains of scrolls in front of Li Xuan and the others.
"These are the accounts of three kinds of supplies, paper, sulphur, and charcoal, for the past six months. They are all here. If you want to investigate any further back, you have to go to Zhuque House to get the files."
Li Xuan was shocked: "This much? Could there be a mistake?"
"It's that much." Gongsun Xue explained with a bitter smile: "It's impossible for us to create separate account books for these supplies, they are all mixed together. However, every piece of paper is recorded and then recycled one by one. How much charcoal is used every day, on every level, is also recorded. So our documentation here is very complicated."
Li Xuan silently looked at the small mountains before his eyes, thinking that both Peng Fulai and Zhang Yue would get dizzy at the sight of a book. Such a heavy workload would be unrealistic for him and Yue Qianqian alone.
