Back in his room, Zhou Ang closed the door and slumped into a folding chair. He first reviewed the day's events before sitting up straight and taking out the money pouch and dagger from his pocket.
Frankly, it was dead men's property.
But since the county magistrate's office had such a rule, he wouldn't insist on keeping what belonged to the dead; taking their things was even less of a problem. It was obvious that if it hadn't been him who died tonight, it would have been one of four or five people on his side, including himself.
He opened the money pouch and poured out its contents: five small silver ingots, probably five taels each, plus four small silver bars, weighing about three taels in total. That was quite a lot. In addition, there were a dozen or so copper coins.
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