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Sergeant Warehouse.

The treasurer stood anxiously at the door of his room, looking out.

After a while, a small official ran in. Before he got close, the treasurer asked anxiously:
"How is it? Who won?"

The little official patted the dirt on his body and said:

"I heard that no one won. The Eastern Camp and the Central Camp were tied. His Majesty reprimanded both sides."

"Ah...they didn't find out, is there something wrong with the armor?" The treasurer asked again.

"It must have been discovered. I heard that Commander Xie didn't even leave, so he was picked up and piled on the ground." The little official said with a bitter face, "Treasurer, let's hurry up and make amends, just say no." Be careful to make a mistake."

The treasurer hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Can such a big thing pass so easily? Let me think again."

After that, he turned and entered the room worriedly.

The treasurer who manages Juncao's warehouse is a Xianbei man with a curvy beard. He is thin and not burly, and he has almost no martial arts.

This position is a lucrative job, and it's not his turn to do it.

In the past, it was recommended by the immediate relatives of several grown-ups.

But because this official is not big, he often has to manage materials and calculate and reconcile accounts.After distributing things, I have to watch them day and night, which is really trivial and hard work.

Those people couldn't do it, and after making mistakes a few times, they were all exempted.So he chose left and right, and chose him, an obedient Xianbei, but he had experience in doing odd jobs in the household department.

He often feels very divided. On the one hand, his clansmen look down on him being so thin and incompetent, and on the other hand, they think he is still useful.

So, the generals he often met who came to collect things pointed their nostrils at him in a bossy manner.

Originally, everyone should curry favor with him, so that he can get some credit when distributing things in the future.

As a result, those people all look like I've used you and it's already a gift.

Fat Cha is quite fat, but he still looks like a troubled servant girl. He has to smile when he sees everyone. The treasurer is very upset, but there is nothing he can do about it.

A year ago, a great man sent a general, gave him a large sum of gold, and asked him to do one thing.

That is to prepare half a number of scale armor vests, new ones are needed, but they are easy to break in the hidden places under the armpits.

This is a big deal. As the treasurer, he is in charge of ordnance supplies, and his daily responsibility is to prevent these things from breaking down.It would be malfeasance to assign the bad ones.

He didn't want to at first, but the other party has such a big background, and he was threatened that he already knew, and if he didn't want to do it, he would die.

He could only bite the bullet and agree.

He thought a lot about how to save his life.

If he is discovered, he will either be pushed out as the culprit to take the blame, or he will be forced to "suicide in fear of crime."

If he was the culprit, he wouldn't even have a chance to defend himself.

Because he is just a small person, if he can see the emperor directly, it may be useful to shout a few words of grievance, and have a chance to defend himself.

Otherwise, because of the status of that big shot, no one would dare to take it seriously even if he yelled out his throat, he would still be dead.

Not to mention "suicide in fear of crime", there will be no chance to shout at that time, and he will die quietly.

Then how can he live?

After thinking about it, he could only turn this matter into a "little mistake of unintentional action".

In this way, there will be no serious charges, and the higher authorities will not pursue them.If you don't pursue the matter and don't investigate behind the scenes, there is no need to kill that big shot.

But how to make it unintentional, he really took a lot of brains.

He first put a few mice in the warehouse of the armor. In the name of catching mice, he didn't go home at night, so he slept in the warehouse, and took the armor one by one to grind it down.

The number of half a battalion, a full three thousand pieces!

God knows how he got here!
He knew in his heart that if he found a few more people to do it with him, the matter would be much easier, but it would also confirm that he was the mastermind behind the scenes.

Although I don't know where these armors will be used, it will not be a good thing.

So while cursing, he hid from other obedient officials in the warehouse and secretly damaged the armor by himself.

When he made more than 200 pieces, he realized that the fact that the same part was broken could not be a coincidence, it was definitely man-made, but it had to be like this.

He was suddenly dumbfounded, and felt that he was bound to die for a while.

Then, while doing it every day, I thought about how to fulfill this lie, and finally turned my brain to the craftsman.

That's right, such uniform damage can't be caused by rat bites, it can only be caused by the craftsmen's workmanship problems, and it's all like this.

Fortunately, he had a year. While doing it, he picked up all the tampered armors and put them in a separate warehouse.He didn't say what's wrong, and others didn't ask.

why?Because there is another trick in the warehouse that everyone knows, that is, treat good things as old and bad ones, dispose of them at a low price, and sell them to the court again, earning the price difference again and again.

This is already a default rule, and it is a whole chain of interests.

In the warehouse, he, the treasurer, and the little officials who obeyed his orders could all benefit from it.

Of course, they didn't dare to take the big head, but it was the uncles of the four armies who gave them some benefits to the little officials who did things.

Even the Hubu Shangshu on the head knew this, but because he couldn't afford to offend, he opened one eye and closed the other.

Therefore, those petty officials at that time only thought that someone had entrusted them to make money, and they all thought that he had stored up those good things as bad ones, and planned to "dispose" them in the future.

The one-year period came, and his business was done.

Disaster is imminent.

……

On the evening of the day when the exercise ended, Xie Yuan took a broken armor to the Juncao warehouse, threw it directly on the treasurer's table, stretched out his hand and pointed at Shi Yufeng, and said:
"My deputy commander said that he specially received the new armor from you just to catch up with today's exercise competition. I never thought that all the armor you gave me was broken. I don't know how the treasurer will explain it?"

It was raining heavily outside at that time, Xie Yuan was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and so were the soldiers following her.

Those who join the army are strong in themselves, coupled with this hideous outfit, it is even more frightening.

The treasurer quickly stood up from behind the table, and looked at Shi Yufeng tremblingly.

Whether Shi Yufeng knew or not, he didn't know.He just obeyed the arrangements of the big shots, who he couldn't afford to offend anyway.

The treasurer said with a bitter face:
"Commander Xie, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I was too busy yesterday, and the deputy commander was in a hurry. I have a few junior officials who have just arrived, and accidentally mistook a defective product in stock. , dialed out.

I only realized something was wrong when I checked the warehouse this morning.Hi!I don’t know who I gave it to, and I’m investigating it, but fortunately you found it early, hurry up, I’ll replace it for you..."

"Wait!" Xie Yuan reached out and held down the armor he was about to pick up, his brows were sharp.