Zheng Fa arrived at Zhang's house first thing in the morning.
"Is there something the matter?"
Seeing Zheng Fa coming to look for her, Zhang's face showed a bit of puzzlement.
"Sister, I've been looking at the accounts from the past few days, and the workshop's revenue... it has decreased significantly lately."
Zhang thought for a moment, then gestured to a chair nearby, indicating for Zheng Fa to sit down.
"When I first took over the Affairs Hall, the workshop's income was more than two thousand Spirit Stones a month," Zhang said frankly. "But over the past century, both the rent and the transaction tax from the workshop have been declining."
Zheng Fa was also somewhat surprised to hear this; the decline seemed quite substantial.
"This isn't just a problem for our Jiushan Sect alone," Zhang consoled him. "Just do your best."
