Ten taels for a clue.
A hundred taels for the arsonist.
The burnt wheat was worth thirty taels. So doing the math, he would definitively be at a loss.
But the fact that somebody burned a thousand catties of his wheat for no good reason, Qiao Xiaomai just couldn't swallow his anger.
Even if it cost him a hundred taels of silver, the arsonist had to be caught.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ye immediately offered, "His Majesty will add on five hundred taels. Whoever finds the arsonist will be rewarded with five hundred taels!"
Five hundred taels, that's an astronomical sum in the countryside.
Previously, Qiao Changshun had received fifty taels that had rocked everyone, now it was five hundred taels. Peasant families are self-sufficient. For those thrifty ones, this could last a lifetime.
When the Sun Family heard this figure, their facial muscles twitched violently, their eyes revealing a glint of greed.
Why didn't they just stake out at Qiao Xiaomai's place last night?!
