"Gold, gold! The Gao family actually has gold, and it's three whole jars!" County Magistrate Zheng stared at the three jars of gold in front of him, and all his fatigue disappeared.
However, there was a bit of bitterness in his heart. These shady dealings were richer than he was, which was simply outrageous.
Steward Zheng glanced at Lord County Magistrate's saliva-dripping appearance, coughed softly, and reminded him: "Sir, these are the hard-earned money of the townsfolk, we should despise it when we see it."
Yes, that's correct, this indeed is the townsfolk's hard-earned money.
The townsfolk have shed so much blood, he as the County Magistrate should feel sadness.
"Steward, have you got the calculations?" County Magistrate Zheng put away his greedy appearance and asked the Financial Clerk.
