The small leader led two soldiers guarding the city gate, circling around a few ox carts in the caravan, especially around Uncle He's cart, because there was a big wild boar on it!
The more the small leader looked at the wild boar, the more he coveted it. He couldn't help but glance sideways at everyone before coughing.
In a long, drawn-out tone, he said, "You have so much stuff on your carts, you'll need to pay an entry tax. Seeing as you're outsiders and don't know our local customs, I'll kindly inform you: everyone has to pay a tax to enter the city. For such large carts like yours, each should pay at least a hundred coins to get in."
One hundred coins per cart, with fourteen ox carts in total, meant one thousand four hundred coins, a small tael and a half of silver! How could the entry tax be so expensive? It was practically daylight robbery!
