Shuli Go Stories Vol. 6: Liars and Cheats

The air hung heavy with the stench of poverty and damp earth. Inside the hovel, a desperate family huddled, their cries a mournful chorus. Zhao Lian, a former Shuli Go now reduced to collecting taxes, felt the familiar ache in her head as the noise intensified.
"The money. Or we are going to have a problem." Her voice, though calm, carried the weight of her authority. She pointed to a new cooking pot, starkly out of place amidst the destitution.
"But I swear madam we don't have any," the father pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
Lian sighed. "The pot is newer than everything else in here. It's too nice for you to have bought outright, so you're paying it back over time. Which means you've got at least ten more somewhere." She stepped forward, adjusting the sword belt that cinched diagonally across her chest. The father recoiled in terror. "Go get it. Now."
