At the mention of the yamen, the clerk finally began to panic. Ordinary people do not fight with officials, and besides, his conscience was already pricked in this matter.
"You say let's go to the yamen, but do you think the yamen is run by your family? You treat this like a vegetable market—if you want to go, go yourself, but I'm not going."
The clerk put on a tough front. He had no intention of returning the one tael of silver he had swindled so hard to get.
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