The magistrate sneered, "Didn't you say you wouldn't lend grain? Now you don't need to."
"My lord, this won't do..."
"Alright, that's enough. You bunch of useless trash, get out of here now."
The magistrate, refusing to listen to advice, drove all his subordinates, including his advisor, out.
The advisor sighed repeatedly, saying it was all over.
The grain officials, puzzled, hurriedly asked, "Aren't you being a bit too pessimistic?"
"What do you know? Do you really think the common people are just peasants who can't be harmed by you?"
"Don't you all think about it? Don't you have any relatives in the village? Once this forced requisition is done, how can you hold your heads high in front of your families and relatives?"
The advisor glared and bristled, then slumped down in dejection.
He was just a secretary; what could he do?
The grain collectors exchanged glances, their hearts tightening, and they hurriedly ran off to inform their relatives.
They need to hide the grain well so the constables don't find it.
The county government office was completely empty, with only two yamen runners on duty. As a result, no one noticed a shadow sneaking into the office under the cover of night.
The next morning, the yamen runners changed shifts, and the clerk and a group of yamen officials also arrived at the county yamen to take their duties.
The clerk in charge of cleaning entered the back hall of the county government office. As soon as he pushed open the door, he let out a loud scream, shouting, "Help! Help! The magistrate is in trouble! The magistrate is in trouble!"
He ran and shouted, attracting the clerk and a group of officials. After they saw the scene inside, they all shuddered.
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