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... he hundred taels of silver be given to us?"

   County magistrate Liu suddenly came back to his senses and asked with round eyes, "What one hundred taels?"

  The people were taken aback by his fierce appearance, but it was about one hundred taels of silver, so everyone gathered up the courage to continue.

   "You just said in front of everyone, that as long as you can stop the ox cart, you will get one hundred taels of silver. You are the official of your parents, and Jinkou ...

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