The constable gave a strange smile: "Why not? Don't you know what's going on? Since you're not going to take the money and leave, don't blame me!"
Lin Weiming continued to stare at him.
"You brat, I advise you not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You think you can just walk away with twenty-four taels of silver after offending the magistrate? Don't even dream about it!"
"Let me tell you, the magistrate has already shown you leniency by giving you this money. Otherwise, who would know whether you are bandits or they are bandits? Maybe you are the real bandits, and you're just pointing fingers at others to get the money?" the constable said pointedly.
The other villagers immediately flew into a rage, their faces flushed and necks red with anger. They shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting? We risked our lives to catch so many people! How dare you slander us?"
"Slander? Who knows if what you're saying is true or false? I advise you to take the money and get out of here, otherwise..." The constable's eyes were cold as he threw the purse in his hand away.
"Brother Lin, let's forget about it and just leave. How can we fight against the officials?" Du Fan, being cautious, picked up his purse from the ground and stopped everyone.
The villagers were both angry and somewhat fearful.
They didn't dare to confront these constables head-on, but they felt very upset about being slandered and wanted to shout it out loud to let everyone know their innocence.
Du Fan emptied the silver from his purse, confirmed that there were indeed twelve taels, and then turned to look at Lin Weiming.
Lin Weiming was silent for a moment, knowing that there was no use in having just this constable.
The magistrate was so enthusiastic just now, but because I refused, he turned around and deducted half of the rewards.
"Well, let's go back. There's still a lot of work to be done in the fields. We don't want the bugs to eat the crops," Lin Weiming said meaningfully.
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