End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Inside the warehouse, dust filled the air, the smell of stale wood. Fan Mengmeng covered her mouth and nose, looking around curiously. Tall shelves were filled with all sorts of boxes and crates, some broken, revealing the yellowed silk and porcelain fragments within.

"Miss Fan, this is the storeroom where the mansion stores miscellaneous items. Please feel free to look around." The old housekeeper said with a wry smile, an inexplicable light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Fan Mengmeng nodded and walked into the narrow passage. The old housekeeper followed her closely, making her feel very uncomfortable. She opened a few boxes at random, but found only old clothes and utensils, but not the information she was looking for.

"These are things that are not often used. If Miss Fan wants to see some precious ones, she can go to another warehouse." The old housekeeper suggested attentively.

Fan Mengmeng's heart moved, and she was about to agree, but she caught a glimpse of a cunning flash in the old housekeeper's eyes. She calmly refused: "No need, I'll just take a look at these."

She continued searching the warehouse until she finally found a pile of dusty account books in a corner. She carefully took one out and opened it, revealing densely packed records of the names and quantities of various supplies.

Fan Mengmeng suddenly perked up. Using her modern accounting knowledge, she quickly analyzed the information in the ledger and surprisingly discovered some patterns. The flow of these materials seemed to be related to a specific time period, and the quantities were enormous, far exceeding the needs of an ordinary mansion.

She was engrossed in reading when the old housekeeper suddenly appeared behind her and said in a cold voice, "Miss Fan, these account books are confidential to the family. Please do not browse through them casually."

Fan Mengmeng was so startled that she almost dropped the account book in her hand. She raised her head and met the old housekeeper's warning eyes.

At this time, Teng Junze's voice came from the door of the warehouse: "Mengmeng, what are you looking at?"

He strode in and saw the account books in Fan Mengmeng's hands, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Fan Mengmeng quickly handed the books to him and explained, "I found some interesting records in these books..."

Before she could finish her words, the old butler said, "Sir, these are all old accounts, there's nothing interesting to see." He reached out to snatch the account book from Teng Junze's hand.

Teng Junze avoided his hand and looked at Fan Mengmeng with a deep gaze, "What did you see?"

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath, "I found..."

"I found that the flow of materials in these account books is somewhat abnormal. It seems to be related to a specific time period, and the quantity is huge." Fan Mengmeng chose her words carefully, trying her best to avoid angering the old butler.

The old housekeeper's face darkened, and his tone became even more firm: "Miss Fan, I have been in the Teng Mansion for decades and have never seen anything so unusual. I have sorted out these accounts myself, and there will be no problems."

Xiaofu was scratching his head anxiously. He trusted Fan Mengmeng's judgment, but he didn't dare to disobey the old housekeeper. He secretly pulled Fan Mengmeng's sleeve and whispered, "Miss Fan, why don't we go back first and talk about these account books later."

Fan Mengmeng shook her head slightly. She knew Xiaofu meant well, but she didn't want to give up easily. She took a deep breath and tried to reason with the old housekeeper: "Old housekeeper, I just want to find out where these supplies are going. I have no ill intentions. If there is really no problem, I can rest assured."

The old housekeeper snorted coldly: "I appreciate Miss Fan's kindness, but how can we allow outsiders to pry into the secrets of the mansion?" He reached out again to snatch the account book from Teng Junze's hand, his tone full of unquestionable majesty.

Teng Junze still ignored the old housekeeper. Instead, he flipped through the account book with great interest, his eyes flickering. He turned to look at Fan Mengmeng and asked, "Mengmeng, what is the specific time period you mentioned?"

Seeing Teng Junze attach so much importance to Fan Mengmeng's words, the old butler felt even more displeased. He raised his voice, trying to interrupt their conversation: "Sir, these are all old matters. Don't waste your time..."

Fan Mengmeng felt a little irritated by the old housekeeper's overbearing demeanor. She was about to retort when an idea struck her. "Old Housekeeper, I understand you're worried about the family's secrets being leaked, but have you ever considered that these account books might help the Teng Mansion better manage its supplies and avoid unnecessary losses?"

Fan Mengmeng pointed at the complicated records in the account book and explained, "Old housekeeper, look, the records of these supplies are so complicated. If we could record them in a more concise and clear way, it would not only improve efficiency but also reduce the probability of errors. For example, we could use a table to record different types of supplies separately, and then sort them by time..."

As she spoke, she gestured with her hands, as if presenting the old butler with a picture of modern accounting management. Although the old butler was confused, he was also infected by Fan Mengmeng's enthusiasm and confidence. His originally tense expression relaxed slightly, and his tone became less harsh: "Miss Fan, what you are talking about, I really don't understand..."

Fan Mengmeng noticed the change in the old housekeeper's attitude and struck while the iron was hot, saying, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I can teach you slowly. Once you learn it, you will be able to manage the supplies in the mansion better and help the young master solve his problems." Her words hit the old housekeeper's sore spot - serving the Teng Mansion loyally.

The old housekeeper pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Well, since the young master agrees, then I will wait and see what Miss Fan has to say."

Fan Mengmeng was delighted and quickly thanked him. She carefully flipped through the account book and finally found a record in an inconspicuous corner for the rare medicinal herb "snow lotus." The record showed that the Teng family had purchased a large amount of snow lotus during a specific period of time, but its whereabouts were unclear.

She told Teng Junze about her discovery, and a gleam flashed in Teng Junze's eyes. "Snow lotus? This is a precious medicinal herb. It seems that things are more complicated than I thought." He looked at Fan Mengmeng and said firmly, "Mengmeng, tell me what you need. I will fully support you."

A warm feeling welled up in Fan Mengmeng's heart. She knew the road ahead might be thorny, but she was no longer alone. She took a deep breath, her eyes determined. "I want to go to the city market and see if I can find some clues."

Late at night, in the stillness of the Teng Mansion's study, Teng Junze stared at the map in his hand, his brow furrowed. He tapped a finger on a secluded corner of the map and instructed Xiaofu, who was beside him, "Tomorrow morning, make all the necessary arrangements and escort Miss Fan there..."