Linjiang City, Martial Suppression Division
Qin Lei, the leader of the Martial Suppression Division, stood before Su Yang, appearing like a well-behaved child who had done something wrong.
"Well, I'm aware of the situation in Linjiang City, so I don't blame you."
"Do you have the statistics on the losses suffered by the people of Linjiang City?"
Su Yang sat in the main seat and spoke softly.
In the hall, apart from Qin Lei, there were other officials from Linjiang City, including the county magistrate and the chief.
When Su Yang asked this question, Qi Song, the chief, immediately spoke up.
"Your Excellency, the losses are incalculable. It has been a year, too long..."
"Then give me an approximate range."
"Well... including injuries and deaths, the losses suffered by the people could be around two hundred thousand taels of silver."
Qi Song provided a conservative estimate.
