Cherished Troops Of Godly Speed Show Humanity
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Song Jing-gong originally didnt intend to drink too much of this als wine and just lightly taste several cups. But after several cups, he still got blurry, bending over to lie down there while his mouth still spoke non-stop words of flattery toward Steward Zhang.
Steward Zhang was also swaying a bit. He knew that his own alcohol limit was not like this but it had all been done by Little Mister. It wasnt that the wine had been drugged but rather, it had been cooked in advance by people using a brazier within this sowhat narrow dining hall.
He didnt know what oxygen deficiency was and didnt know what was called a partial temperature increase in order to accelerate a persons blood circulation so that the alcohol could more quickly affect the brain.
He only knew that since Little Mister had said this, then it absolutely couldnt be wrong. After completing the arrangents for Song Jing-gong to rest, he went out again to do other things.
When Song Jing-gong woke up, it was already in the afternoon. After being fed wine sobering soup[1] by the maid servant attending him, in a semi-conscious daze, he faintly heard soone speaking.
Steward Zhang, who allowed you to decide on your own? Could it be that within your eyes, there isnt my existence?
Listening, it sounded like a woman. Song Jing-gong used his hands to rub at that still aching head as he bent his ear to listen carefully.
No, this little one dares not. This little one only thinks that Mister Song has done well with his business. Thus, I thought to get so money. If Mistress wont allow it, then this little one will go send him away.
Song Jing-gong had now finally heard clearly. Speaking at the mont was that Steward Zhang. When he considered Zhang Manors situation, obviously, the person that could make Steward Zhang so fearful was that Mrs. Zhang-Wang.
Seeing that mistress was wanting to drive him away, Song Jing-gong was at once anxious. He was just preparing to co out and explain everything when he heard Mrs. Zhang-Wang speak again: Steward Zhang, since the manor has been handed over to you, you will have to drum up 120% ntal will. You must not allow people to fool you.
Mistress, you [honorific] rest assured, I absolutely wont be swindled. That Mister Song isnt that kind of person. Just when Song Jing-gong worried that hed be seen through, Steward Zhangs voice rose up.
Humph, not what kind of person? Could it be that you received his gift and are speaking on his behalf? I have heard people talking. That Song Jing-gong actually moved to Ge Manor to stay yesterday; this is wanting to flee after swindling the money. Mrs. Zhang-Wangs voice was heard once again.
Song Jing-gong felt a bit aggrieved upon hearing these words. If he could go out to explain it, he would definitely rush out to say that the people of the two manors in front of him were really too cheating.
But he had no way to say this. Did that Mrs. Zhang-Wang recognize who he was? If he really did rush out, then that would be unwise, ~ne.
Bearing a trace of concern, Song Jing-gong listened attentively over there as he hoped that at this ti, Steward Zhang could put in a few good words for him. As expected, Steward Zhang spoke up there.
In reply to Mistresss words, I have already sounded out Mister Song todayespecially while drinking wine. Mister Song, this person is really not bad. As for his going to another manor to rest, according to this little ones guess, it certainly must be that manor has an acquaintance of Mister Songs.
Fine, no need to say more. How could I be soone who cant even clearly see through people? If hes not trustworthy, then send people to follow that one surnad Song. If my guess isnt wrong, he basically doesnt have any goods. During these several days, once he gets the money, hell go into hiding.
That store of his simply isnt worth 300 silver of 60 terms in what was a very ancient Chinese way of counting days or years that is now no longer relevant to keeping the calendar current though it cos up for certain ceremonies or rituals as well as in areas like astrology or fortune-telling.
The na of Zhang Si () is basically the Zhang surna with the number 4 as the given na.
Wang Juan literally says chi xian fan () which translates to eat idle rice, slang for people who do nothing but loaf around and eat rice (i.e. useless). Since the English verb to loaf has both an association with food (i.e. loaf of broad) and aning associated with idleness, this explains my translation choice.
Xia Ma Zi () can either an little pockmark or little hemp child. Either way, its an interesting na.
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