"Que'er, hurry, go to the county government and report the case, say our family lost money, that's a lot of money!"
Upon hearing this, An Que closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.
Report a case? Report what case? What's the use of them reporting a case? Nowadays, who in the county government doesn't know that his scholar title has been revoked?
I fear that the news of him offending Prince An Yang has already spread throughout the entire county, hasn't it?
"Grandmother, we can't report it to the authorities, they won't care," he said.
"Why won't they care? Our home lost money, why wouldn't the authorities care?"
Old Lady An's face was full of tears and snot, her old hands tightly holding the clay jar, she turned and glared at her precious grandson.
It's not just one or two taels that were lost, it was more than a hundred taels, how can the authorities not care? That's the entirety of their family's possessions!
