As soon as the Advisor heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he thought to himself, "Country bumpkins will be country bumpkins. The county magistrate is in charge here. Could the silver note he provided possibly be wrong?"
Therefore, once everything was properly handled, the village head bade farewell to the county magistrate and left the Yamen together with Big Bull and Xuexue.
Glancing at the dead tiger lying on the ground and then at their departing figures, the Advisor asked puzzledly, "My lord, they are just a few peasants, why did you..."
In truth, what he wanted to say was that even if the tiger was valuable, it was worth only several thousand taels of silver at best, not ten thousand taels of silver. "My lord, has your mind gone awry?"
Of course, these candid thoughts, the Advisor dared not voice in front of the county magistrate.
The county magistrate waved his hand and said, "Although they are peasants, they have a powerful backer."
