Chapter 383: Master Fan sent over the silver notes (1)
A Blessed Daughter
Chapter 383: Master Fan sent over the silver notes (1)
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In the garden behind Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
Fan Chengxu was lying on a lounge chair. His posture looked leisurely, but his expression was not as relaxed and carefree as usual.
He was also someone who knew about the disappearance of the Seventh Prince—this news was delivered by his uncle.
These past few days, both the prefecture’s yamen and the anti-pirate army had been sending people to search for the Seventh Prince’s whereabouts.
The longer it took, the less likely it was that the Seventh Prince would be found alive.
While sunbathing, Fan Chengxu said, “If there’s still no news of the Seventh Prince, many people in Taizhou Prefecture will suffer.”
“Young Master, please don’t worry. The Seventh Prince is a blessed person. He will surely turn misfortune into blessing and come out safe,” Shopkeeper Shen comforted him from the side.
Fan Chengxu said, “He mustn’t die within the city. If he really dies within the borders of Taizhou Prefecture, and it’s not on the battlefield fighting the Japanese pirates, then too many people will be implicated. Under imperial power, bones pile high.”
“Young Master is kind-hearted, thinking of others, thinking of the common people,” said Shopkeeper Shen.
“You’re wrong. It’s not that I’m kind-hearted. It’s just that if Taizhou Prefecture falls into chaos, my business will suffer. I’m a businessman. Naturally, I hope to make money everywhere and profit from all sides,” Fan Chengxu replied.
At that moment, a servant came to deliver a message, saying that Xu Heyou had sent a letter over, claiming it was from an old acquaintance who knew Master Fan.
“Bring it here.”
Fan Chengxu reached out, and the servant carefully handed the letter to him.
When Fan Chengxu saw the characters written on the envelope, his brows furrowed.
He immediately opened the letter and then suddenly sat up straight.
“Young Master, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the contents of the letter?” Shopkeeper Shen, who rarely saw his master act so surprised, couldn’t help but grow worried.
Fan Chengxu didn’t respond. He stared at the letter in his hand for a long while, then lay back down again.
“Old Shen, go to the storeroom and fetch a silver note worth eight hundred taels, then go with the person who delivered the letter, ask Xu Heyou what medicinal herbs he wants, and report back to me,” said Fan Chengxu.
Even for them, Drunken Immortal Restaurant, they couldn’t earn eight hundred taels in a whole year!
“Young master, isn’t eight hundred taels a bit too much?” After much hesitation, Shopkeeper Shen still voiced his doubt.
“You don’t need to worry, just send it as I instructed,” Fan Chengxu said firmly.
“Yes, I’ll get on it right away!” Seeing his young master’s expression, Shopkeeper Shen didn’t dare ask further.
Then he quickly followed the young master’s instructions, took the silver note, and went with the letter bearer sent by Xu Heyou to the estate outside the city.
While the letter was being delivered to Drunken Immortal Restaurant, Wei Ruo took Zhu Zongyu for a walk in the courtyard in front of the small house where he lived.
“Your body is already somewhat better, so if the weather is nice outside, come out to the courtyard and move around a bit. Moderate activity will help your recovery,” Wei Ruo said to Zhu Zongyu.
“Alright,” Zhu Zongyu replied.
“Although it’s cold today, the sunshine is nice. If you get tired, you can sit in the courtyard and enjoy the sun. As long as your movements aren’t too large and don’t pull at the wounds, it’ll be beneficial for your current condition,” Wei Ruo added.
Fan Chengxu was lying on a lounge chair. His posture looked leisurely, but his expression was not as relaxed and carefree as usual.
He was also someone who knew about the disappearance of the Seventh Prince—this news was delivered by his uncle.
These past few days, both the prefecture’s yamen and the anti-pirate army had been sending people to search for the Seventh Prince’s whereabouts.
However, seven or eight days had already passed, and there was still no news at all.*衙门 yámén, referred to the government office or administrative headquarters of local officials (like magistrates or governors).
The longer it took, the less likely it was that the Seventh Prince would be found alive.
While sunbathing, Fan Chengxu said, “If there’s still no news of the Seventh Prince, many people in Taizhou Prefecture will suffer.”
“Young Master, please don’t worry. The Seventh Prince is a blessed person. He will surely turn misfortune into blessing and come out safe,” Shopkeeper Shen comforted him from the side.
Fan Chengxu said, “He mustn’t die within the city. If he really dies within the borders of Taizhou Prefecture, and it’s not on the battlefield fighting the Japanese pirates, then too many people will be implicated. Under imperial power, bones pile high.”
“Young Master is kind-hearted, thinking of others, thinking of the common people,” said Shopkeeper Shen.
“You’re wrong. It’s not that I’m kind-hearted. It’s just that if Taizhou Prefecture falls into chaos, my business will suffer. I’m a businessman. Naturally, I hope to make money everywhere and profit from all sides,” Fan Chengxu replied.
At that moment, a servant came to deliver a message, saying that Xu Heyou had sent a letter over, claiming it was from an old acquaintance who knew Master Fan.
“Bring it here.”
Fan Chengxu reached out, and the servant carefully handed the letter to him.
When Fan Chengxu saw the characters written on the envelope, his brows furrowed.
He immediately opened the letter and then suddenly sat up straight.
“Young Master, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the contents of the letter?” Shopkeeper Shen, who rarely saw his master act so surprised, couldn’t help but grow worried.
Fan Chengxu didn’t respond. He stared at the letter in his hand for a long while, then lay back down again.
“Old Shen, go to the storeroom and fetch a silver note worth eight hundred taels, then go with the person who delivered the letter, ask Xu Heyou what medicinal herbs he wants, and report back to me,” said Fan Chengxu.
-silver note/Zhuangpiao, alternatively known as Yinqianpiao refers to privately produced paper money (or company scrip) made in China during the Qing dynasty and early Republic of China periods.
Even for them, Drunken Immortal Restaurant, they couldn’t earn eight hundred taels in a whole year!
“Young master, isn’t eight hundred taels a bit too much?” After much hesitation, Shopkeeper Shen still voiced his doubt.
“You don’t need to worry, just send it as I instructed,” Fan Chengxu said firmly.
“Yes, I’ll get on it right away!” Seeing his young master’s expression, Shopkeeper Shen didn’t dare ask further.
Then he quickly followed the young master’s instructions, took the silver note, and went with the letter bearer sent by Xu Heyou to the estate outside the city.
While the letter was being delivered to Drunken Immortal Restaurant, Wei Ruo took Zhu Zongyu for a walk in the courtyard in front of the small house where he lived.
“Your body is already somewhat better, so if the weather is nice outside, come out to the courtyard and move around a bit. Moderate activity will help your recovery,” Wei Ruo said to Zhu Zongyu.
“Alright,” Zhu Zongyu replied.
“Although it’s cold today, the sunshine is nice. If you get tired, you can sit in the courtyard and enjoy the sun. As long as your movements aren’t too large and don’t pull at the wounds, it’ll be beneficial for your current condition,” Wei Ruo added.
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