Before Sun Duomiao's son could move, Zuo Li stopped them.
"Second from the left, third from the left, fourth from the left, you three go and move the grain out and weigh it."
Yan Xia casually brought the scales over, and also made sure Jin Lu guarded the grain.
To avoid being stolen.
Zuo Li understood as soon as he saw her take the scale.
Three cold-faced officials entered Sun Duomiao's storeroom, brought out fifteen sacks, poured them into wooden vats one by one, and then took them out again, totaling exactly 1,500 jin (750 catties).
Adding the 450 jin given to Yan Xia, it's about 2000 jin.
That is, a yield of 400 jin per mu.
They nodded to Zuo Li and stood silently behind their boss.
It looks exactly like a lifeless bronze statue.
"Your Honor, we are innocent! Look, all the grain is here. I didn't lie. It's all this landlord Yan's slander. If he wants to make money, he can't just harm us poor folks. He even bribed that scoundrel Li Changtao to talk nonsense. There's no such thing as 500 jin per mu. Even if you sold me, you wouldn't get that much."
Sun Duomiao breathed a sigh of relief. She sat on the ground and slapped her thigh, crying and wailing as she proclaimed her innocence.
It's like someone in your family has died.
"If you dare to cry out again, I'll take you back to the yamen and torture you severely. You three, go search the house! Search it thoroughly, don't miss any corner!"
The three 'bronze men' took action again.
They turned Sun Duomiao's house upside down.
Just as they were about to leave empty-handed, the rice cake in the hand of Sun Duomiao's grandson Wanbao caught the attention of several officials.
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