Philanthropist That Swindlers Do Not Mind
Idlers Note: Im going to do my best to put out more translated chapters than what is promised with the schedule I have already set. I cant promise I will be able to do it because of the other requirents on my ti (i.e. making a living) but Ill definitely try! Lets hope I pull it off! ?
When Zhang Xiaobao said those words, many thoughts ford within his mind in that mont. Seeing Yingtaos puzzled look, he said: If its solely free-range, the growth will be slow. I must accumulate within a short ti a large amount of money to do stuff. How about this, you listen to talk. You return to find several servants. Have them gather up the rotten rice straws or wheat stalks.
Especially the firewood piles that other people of the manor use for fuel. The weathers just right. It even rained before. Those firewood piles underneath must all be sodden. Theyll have to flip and dry them. So youll use money to get them. Give so spare money;[1] that stuff isnt worth much money. You judge how much to give. Collect it all and transport it to the worst of the lands lying fallow behind my house. Use dirt to bury it.
Then, go and find people to catch earthwormsunh, theyre called night crawlers.[2] Throw them in there to raise. Also, put so dung droppings in there, too. Once its almost night tiyou yourself can do it or finding others to do it is finepick up the foul fish and shrimp thats been discarded by people at the market fair. If there are river snails or whatever, thats even better. Take it all back here and find an empty spot to air dry.
Little Mister, what do you [honorific] want to do? Those fish or whatever are already inedible. Yingtao was muddled. She felt that this Little Misters thinking really couldnt be regarded with an ordinary perspective.
How dumb, ~ne. Before, didnt I speak of raising chickens? Of course, its to have these things ground into powder to feed the chickens. That way, our familys chickens will grow the fastest, lay the most eggs, and wont even have soft-shelled eggs appear. Zhang Xiaobao discovered that the most painful thing in life was when you are speaking but others had no way of understanding. If this was his own subordinates from before, he would definitely die from anger. Why couldnt they crack it[3] themselves, ~ne?
Oh, I understand. Little Mister, you [honorific] are really almighty. Though I dont know if this will be fine or not but whatever you [honorific] say, I just feel like it is right. At that ti, well sell the chicken eggs. If the chickens dont lay eggs, we can still sell the chickens. Stuff thats picked up doesnt cost moneyits a no-cost business, ~ah. Yingtao felt like she had thought it through herself.
Zhang Xiaobao raised his hand to smack his forehead with the discovery that if he really had Yingtao lead on her own,[4] she was still too far off. Fortunately, he didnt directly gripe at Yingtao. He felt that it was he himself who hadnt brought up his subordinates well and could only patiently groom them slowly so he said to Yingtao: My family wont sell chicken eggs. Those chicken eggs, I am keeping to make cakes, ~ne. Otherwise, if you go buy chicken eggs, you already lose a sum of money during the process of the purchase. If we keep this portion of the profit for ourselves, wouldnt that be better? That item that I had Ernius family produce can make cakestalking about it with you, you wouldnt understand. Learn it bit by bit.
Yes, Little Mister is surely a devil spirit.[5] No, the reincarnation of a divine sagethats what everyone is saying. Yingtao said a bootlicking sentence.[6]
That caused Zhang Xiaobao to start worrying at once. So he himself and Wang Juan had already caught the notice of others and rumors of devil spirits reincarnating had already spread outwho was it? Was it on purpose or without intent? This one day, ~ah! Doing a bit of stuff even required a cover up, needing to waste quite a bit of attention. How much money could be earned with this energy? This matter must be investigated thoroughly and moreover, a ans to seal the leak thought of.
The reasoning behind the prominent rafters rotting first[7] anyone should know. What to do, ~ne? Might as well seek out Mother to discuss this. Anyone could harm him but his own mother wouldnt harm him. Of course, the Wu iniang[8] that had already died being an exceptionthat was a genuine devil spirit, ~ne.[9]
Little Mister, just this? Is there anything else? Yingtao, seeing that Little Mister was silent at this mont, was a bit afraid. Little Misters face was powerfully overcast. An adult made this expression to let others know that he was angry; a child making this expression was a bit too piercing, especially those eyes of the childjust eting their gaze would basically cause insecurity. They really were too pure, too devoid.
There is. Theres still sothing. I want to ask now. From whose mouth did you hear about us being monsters or devil spirits? At this ti, Zhang Xiaobao didnt have any smile at all. Usually, he would use a babys expression and a childs smile when speaking to others.
Little Mister, what is it? It, it was Xiaoqithe Xiaoqi[10] who chops firewood behind the kitchen. He said, he said when he was carrying firewood, he heard the words that Master spoke in the backyard[11] saying that Little Mister was a monster. Yingtao was scared.
Xiaoqi? How long has been working in my house, what did he do before? Zhang Xiaobao didnt think that the source of this matter was actually due to his own father. He naturally couldnt upbraid Father. Father must have been speaking to Mother at the ti. That Xiaoqi, how could his ears be so sharp? His mouth that loose?
He and Wang Juan were already doing their best to be careful lest other people would know too many things by having Erniu seal his mouth tight like a jar,[12] letting Yingtao keep it secret, and handing over business for others to do. Mother was intelligent so she found out. That was nothing. Anybody else finding outthat would be troubleso. A tree apart from the forest, the wind surely would destroy it; a shoal higher than the shore, the waves surely would disturb it.[13] He himself being a swindler, the most important thing was concealnt. A swindler being captured, was there a need to describe what consequences there would be? He didnt even consider that the problem would co from the inside.
When thinking on this, Zhang Xiaobao could only sigh. After all, this house hadnt been built by his own hands. The personnel quality varied too greatly. Before him, the only matter to be accomplished was to figure out this person, Xiaoqi. If it was a campaign of deliberate intent, then there was only a single resultdeath. Without intent, then hed need to think of a way to organize the manor. This was aggravating, ~ah. Using these people, even if it wasnt like directing your own arms, but they still shouldnt constantly create trouble for him.
Little Mister, the matter you [honorific] just spoke ofwhat did you want to do? Yingtao followed up with a question.
Oh, speaking of the main business. That, Ill ask you. Our manor and the Wang Manors people, after eating the chicken eggs, where do the eggshells go? After eating the chicken, where do the chicken feathers go? Zhang Xiaobao wasnt one of those people who had never seen great turbulence before after all. He wouldnt let a single matter affect the entire plan.
Thrown out, of course. My familys courtyard house is also like this. Always have to throw out a bit every day. The my familys courtyard house that Yingtao spoke of was Zhang Xiaobaos familys.
Thrown out? Its really thrown out? Thats to say, those wine-houses and restaurants also throw them all out? Good, thats great. Yingtao, giving you a new mission. You find other peopleyoure too busy to. Go collect those things that have been thrown out for . Zhang Xiaobao was that happy. These were all good playthings for creating fodder. If he didnt understand how to create down-filled clothing and was afraid that the current clothing materials would shed the down, he could have even made down-filled clothing.
How co its all rotten stuff that doesnt need money? Yingtao said in a low voice. Raising her head to see Little Mister was currently looking at her, she then hastily said: All right, Little Mister, wait till I return and Ill arrange for people to collect those things that you [honorific] spoke of. Little Mister, its too hot here. Lets go under the tree shade to sit.
Unh, thats fine. This plot is also my familys? Why is it all planted with trees? Zhang Xiaobao was led by Yingtao to the bottom of a big tree. Sitting on top of a piece of rock that Yingtao had used a cushion to pad it with, he asked this while pointing a finger at a plot of woods in the distance.
In reply to Little Misters words, that plot is an eternal industry field[14] that those above had us plant trees on.
Oh, could it be that they have this kind of awareness now? Thats not right. I rember that this ti period is deforestation to create farmlands, ~ah. Zhang Xiaobao was a bit unclear.
Yingtao also didnt understand exactly what Little Mister was saying. Assuming that Little Mister was asking about those woods, she said: Planted in these places are mulberry[15] treeshave to hand over quite a bit of silk every year.
With this one ntion, Zhang Xiaobao understood. So it wasnt a simple grove. It required an output and it wasnt even the product from processing wood. Then that said, he could exercise his brains when it ca to the woods inside.
Zhang Xiaobao started executing the next step of the plan. The insides of his skull had nearly all turned into pasteespecially that Xiaoqi, too detestable.
Wang Juans mission was to observe the native environnt and population. Carried by Shiliu while walking around the place, they walked and walked until they reached the vicinity of the little bridge outside of the manor. Crossing this bridge was considered leaving the sphere of influence of the Wang Manor and Zhang Manor. Shiliu didnt dare move and carrying Wang Juan, she sat down on the stool by the bridge on this side. Pointing at that stream trickling by, she said to Wang Juan: Juan-Juan, see this water? Its so refreshing. Wait till youre a bit bigger and you can go down to play.
Wang Juan could care less if the water was refreshing or not. She wanted to hear other people making small talk but the problem was that there were no other people in the surrounding area. If she chatted with Shiliu, then she might as well just go ho, ~ne. Looking around in all directions, she discovered that there were several black dots where the river downstream was gentler in the distance. Raising a hand to point over there, she asked: What is that?
Those are rude boys[16] swimming. Shiliu had naturally seen them. Not just the children from the two manors were playing over there; even the children belonging to so of the families that lived by the bridge were there, too. Their butts were bare as they fought water battles. She felt that she shouldnt let the Wangs Little Miss see that.
I want to see. Wang Juan strained towards that direction, trying to break free from Shilius embrace. Shiliu patiently offered advice but the end result didnt need to be declared. Wang Juan was victorious. Shiliu carried Wang Juan while walking toward there.
Wang Juan prepared to look at the physical conditions of the childrendo they get enough nutrition? Also, looking at the clothing placed on the bankswere the households rich? Just as they were visibly about to reach the spot, at this ti, a child suddenly ran over from that side of the bridge to yell out at his other companions still in the water: Quickly go look, ~ah! Great Philanthropist Song[17] is coming.
Upon hearing this, the children ca out of the water with a hua-la sound. Deftly donning their clothes and regardless of which manor they were from, they all ran over towards that side.
What philanthropist? Wang Juan asked.
Ai, more people got taken in. What philanthropist? Its just a swindler. This Swindler Song is formidable, tricking so many people and yet, there are so many people who call him a philanthropist. Lets go back. Otherwise, if he sees Juan-Juan, hell even trick you along with the rest. He cant be ssed with but we can still hide away. Shiliu sighed once, a swindler with each breath, holding Wang Juan intending to leave.
If it was sothing else, Wang Juan really would leave. But upon hearing philanthropist and then swindler, she suddenly smiled as she said to Shiliu: Where is there a swindler? Hes definitely a philanthropist.
Little Miss, he really is a swindler. You really mustnt go over there. Upon eting this person, I hear that theres no one who wasnt tricked. Shiliu was frightened.
Wrong, he is definitely not a swindler. With such a good place, how could there be swindlers? Go. Flag down a child that hasnt run far. Have him return to the manor there with a greeting. Have Xiaobao carried over here. When Xiaobao gets here, you ask Xiaobao where there is a swindlerthere are only good people. Wang Juan said with certainty.
The original Chinese used was xian qian (), which is a bit nonsensical since it translates to display money. The author likely made a typo since a homophone, xian qian (), ans spare money which would make much more sense in context with the rest of the dialogue.
Xiaobao first uses qiu yin () before using the casual/ancient term, di long (), which ans earth dragon. To produce a similar effect, I used night crawler, which is an alternate na in English thats slang for earthworm.
The author literally uses break shell (kai ke/) as a description. It isnt a standard expression or idiom though it is similar to the phrase commonly used to describe receiving an epiphany or gaining enlightennt, kai qiao (). I chose to interpret the authors choice of words similarly and translate it as an euphemism for enlightennt or understanding.
The Chinese used here is du dang yi mian (), which translates to solitarily block a side/face. Its generally used to describe soone who can make judgnt calls or decisions independent of any guidance or specific orders and/or lead one side of the battlefield.
Ive translated yao jing () as devil spirit because demon matches up more with mo () in my ntal lexicon. Yao () tended to be indiscriminately applied as a label to anything that was heretical to the mundane so it could encompass evil spirits but it could also include amoral or benign spirits. In those cases, the label was usually applied to beings of non-human or fantastical origins that later gained sentience or a humanoid appearance.
Ive used bootlicking as the translation for the idiom of pai ma pi (), which literally translates to pat/clap horse ass since bootlicking has a taphorical image that is also synonymous with the sa aning of fawning or being a toady to soone.
I translated this expression, chu tou de chuan zi xian lan (), literally since its aning is explained by its usage in text. It describes how the first person to step forward gets taken down more easily like the rafters in a house that stand out more are exposed to the elents and thus, tend to rot more easily. It is an adage adapted from the Ming dynasty era Chinese novel, but since this term is actually Biblical in origin while the Chinese phrase has no religious connotations, I felt that it would not be a good translation choice in this case.
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