What is stolen goods? Is it greed, robbery, grabbing, or occupying?
The three golden words spoken by Prince Zhenzhen not only removed his beard and tongue, but also ended the career that Yang Mei Yang had been following - he was just a county magistrate, with a big official, a future as bright as a candle, and a salary as oily as a star, and he was destined to be indelible poverty for half his life.
The house is leaky and cloudy, and the loyal servant Yang Ling's preference makes matters worse. He regards the master's private house as his own property——
"... I don't understand. It's not difficult to dig out the silver hidden in the kang hole. It's okay to dig out the money buried under the wisteria tree. It's hard to find the money in the bookcase. How did he find the money in the pit... Could it be that he was watching me when I went out?"
"Poof!"
His immediate boss, Bao Xie, fell down laughing.
The staff member behind him, Lu Xingkong, curled his lips and remained silent.
——Half of my life, do you know how much I have saved?
——It's just a few ingots of silver.
Maybe... One day, I will be willing to donate generously and give you a beautiful country.