Yan Fei didn't expect the benefits of catching thieves to pay off so quickly, and he had no qualms about accepting the money and stuffing it into his pocket, he didn't think much of a hundred yuan, but the militia members below were watching enviously.
One hundred yuan!
These days, farming wasn't like the future, where one mu of land could subsidize over a hundred yuan. Now they still had to contribute public grain and pay various taxes. If the harvest was good, they could spare some money, but if the harvest was bad, it was hard to say whether they were making a profit or a loss, it all depended on the weather.
So one hundred yuan was really not a small amount, and many young men were coveting it.
