Book 1: Chapter 15
<strong>Settling Down Anxieties Within The Heart</strong>
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Bearing a dream of making another fortune, Song Jing-gong followed along after Yingtao while periodically directing a smile at Zhang Xiaobao that Zhang Xiaobao would respond to with an even cuter smile. With a peaceful atmosphere, the three people arrived outside that manor courtyard of the Zhang family. Having already received the report as well as subjective opinion of Wang Juan beforehand, Mrs. Zhang-Wang didnte out in wee this time. Even if Song Jing-gong urgently requested it, it was still only Steward Zhang who came out as the representative.
Little Mister, whose stuff is this that you [honorific] are holding in hand? We shouldnt take someone elses things. Quickly, return it. ording to his instructions, Steward Zhang spoke as nned upon catching sight of Little Mister. This caused Zhang Xiaobao to start for a moment. He clearly didnt tell anyone beforehand that he would swindle money and items, how could Steward Zhang know of such a status quo?
Of course, Zhang Xiaobao wouldnt return the money or items. Since they hade to swindle, then they should be conscious of being swindled. Fully ying along, he allowed Steward Zhang to take the silver coins and jade ornament from out of his grasp to hand over to Song Jing-gong while his gaze traveled along with the objects. Just as Song Jing-gong was happy that his own stuff was about to be returned, he suddenly blurted out: Lie, lie
Steward Zhang, you [honorific] look at what words you [honorific] are saying. Your Little Mister is so cute; Im gifting this to him here. With such a little ything, why be this way? To tell you [honorific] the truth, once I saw Little Mister, I felt like we share an affinity.<sup>[1]</sup> Song Jing-gong, seeing that when the items in this little kids grasp were gone, he would be called a liar again, how could he dare take the things back? He ced it into his hands to give to Zhang Xiaobao again.
Seeing that the other persons Little Mister had regained his smile, he felt a full-body weakness from the fright he had suffered while Steward Zhang smiled as he nodded his head and said: Mister Song, if thats the case, then thank you very much. Oh, Mister Song hase from afar. Why not enter the courtyard house to rest for a bit before making any other ns?
These words sounded like they had a bit of an intention of rejection but Song Jing-gong didnt refute them one bit. He had arrived with a motive so he immediately struck while the iron was hot:<sup>[2]</sup> If thats so, then Ill be imposing. Coincidentally, I desire to discuss a great business deal with the person managing the affairs of your noble manor.
Steward Zhang didnt say anything else, only replying that he would return to make a report. After leading the person to the parlor, he turned to leave.
Zhang Xiaobao got down from Yingtaos embrace as he walked back, step by step, wanting to find Steward Zhang to ask how they knew that he had swindled stuff.
In a room, Wang Juan was being held by Mrs. Zhang-Wang as she kept calling Mom [inw] with each breath. To tell the truth, she didnt like being this way. But for the sake of a good lifestyle, she must be wed to Zhang Xiaobao. She would not allow herself to be wed to an individual who couldnt even keep up with her thinking when speaking to her. From now until growing up and marrying was a time for nurturing their feelings and understanding each others worlds. To have the samenguage and ideals, being together in the end wouldnt be hardshed just treat it as an experience of this new dynasty era.
Mom [inw], even if that swindler is exposed, dont report it to the officials. Dont know how much money Xiaobao will swindle this time? Wang Juan tried her best to make herself speak a bit more familiarly, even if she had no way of adapting to this identity.
All right, Ill listen to Juan-Juan. Can Juan-Juan tell Mom [inw] how you knew Xiaobao would be able to swindle money? Mrs. Zhang-Wang had already discovered that this future daughter-inw and son were overly intelligent. But so what? Xiang Tuo became Confucius teacher at 7,<sup>[3]</sup> Gan Luo became Senior Minister at 12;<sup>[4]</sup> werent her own son and daughter-inw allowed to be a bit bright?
Ah? It was Xiaobao who told me beforeing back. Wang Juan replied in answer. She obviously couldnt say that she understood this swindler and had done quite a bit of investigation so that if this kind of person didnt cheat a swindler that they had met from head to toe, then that would only sully the reputation of an International Swindler.
Zhang Xiaobao wandered through a few rooms and asked the servants but he couldnt find Steward Zhang in the end and could only return to ask Wang Juan. He trusted that Wang Juan absolutely could not avoid involvement with this. As expected, upon walking through the door, he saw Wang Juan, who was being carried by his mother, use lip-speech to ask him: How much money did you swindle? Split it in half.
Zhang Xiaobao could only sigh. Understanding each other too well wasnt a good thing either as there were no secrets. Ignoring Wang Juan, he spread his little hands outward while walking toward his mother and cried out: Mom, Xiaobao has returned. His call was natural, ~ah, causing Wang Juan to be unable to avoid shuddering. Thinking of Zhang Xiaobaos prior age, she secretly ndered him in that it must certainly be that his mind had issues.
At this moment, Steward Zhang was currently interrogating Xiaoqi who had been secured within a room while being apanied by two house guards.
Talk. Who sent you to spread rumors? What you signed was a death contract.<sup>[5]</sup> If you dont talk, there wont be anyone investigating, even if youre beaten to death. Steward Zhangs face had now transformed from the respect disyed in front of Mistress to a face that was as overcast as water.<sup>[6]</sup> Being the Steward of Zhang Manor, he shared glory as one and shared ruin as one with the Zhang Family. This position had been passed down from generation to generation. At the manor, he had his own courtyard house with his parents, wife, and children. He forbade anyone else destroying this kind of happiness.
Xiaoqi didnt have his own surname and didnt know who his parents were, either. He had been an orphan ever since he could remember. Later, he had been captured by people and then sold to the Zhang Manor. Food, clothing, and housing didnt require him to spend money and every month, he could even get 10-something wen [cash</a>] in wage. This was treatment he only received after working for 10 years. Upon hearing the stewards question and then looking at the other two people behind him bearing equally mean-looking expressions, he fearfully fell to his knees with a thumping sound.
Steward Zhang, I didnt. Ive never spread whatever rumors. What things are you [honorific] talking about? Xiaoqi simply didnt know what wrong he hadmitted and even assumed that Steward Zhang was deliberately finding fault with him, ~ne.
Looks like you wont be telling the truth. Little Mister and Little Miss Wang are monsterscould it be that it wasnt spread from your mouth? Let him know about formidability. Steward Zhang stared at Xiaoqi and with a gesture, the two people behind him rushed forward.<hr>
Song Jing-gong waited in the parlor for an entire full hour before Steward Zhang finally returned.
Mister Song, really beg your pardon. Just a moment ago, Mistress actually couldnt be found so I went outside to look, only to return now as a result. s, Mistress experienced overexertion and so, after feeding Little Mister, has already retired. Dont know what matter Mister Song has? This little one shall certainly inform Mistress of it. Steward Zhang finished grilling Xiaoqi, then came to the parlor and spoke thusly to Song Jing-gong. This was also arranged beforehand.
Song Jing-gong had no way of guessing if these words were dependable or not. After considering it, he decided not to speak of it with this steward and could only seek out the next opportunity. He muste tomorrow. At the very least, he couldnt spend that money and jade ornament in vain. So he said: No harm. Since your noble manors Mistress is not in, I dont know if I could see your familys Master? He was still unwilling to let his hopes die here.
Master never bothers with the trifling affairs of the manor; everything that should be taken care of is managed by Mistress. Unless Mister Song is talking about matters of schrship? Then naturally, you could seek out Master. Steward Zhangs reply was also airtight against any leaks.
No, no, not schrship. Its business, big business.
Oh, is that so? Then, I request that Mister Song pleasee back the following day. Mister, drink tea. Steward Zhang here was driving off a guest.
Waiting until Song Jing-gong had turned around and left, Steward Zhang gazed at that slightly reluctant back silhouette as he coldlyughed once and said to himself: Dare to aim your attentions at my house? At that time, youll know formidability.<hr>
So, hes not a viin who was dispatched by other people to the manor and was actually having an affair with a maid servant of the manor. This is easily handledjust drive them out of the manor is all. Mrs. Zhang-Wang received the stewards report. That Xiaoqi hadnt been sent here by other people but had heard Masters words and as a result of wanting to cajole a maid servant of the manor called Xiaohong,<sup>[7]</sup> he bbed these words to prove that he knew a lot of things.
Hearing the beginning and end of this matter at the same time, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan also breathed a sigh of relief. No one was willing to have fire break out in their own backyard when they were working hard to develop an enterprise. In regards to his mothers approach, Zhang Xiaobao didnt agree but could only suggest: Mom cant have Xiaoqi driven out. What if he harbored resentment and talked about this everywherethat would be bad. Rather beat him dead than let him go.
Dont need to beat him to death. Since hes good with that Xiaohong or whatever, then just ask Xiaohong what they intend. If theyre both like this, then just betroth the two of them. Wang Juan, seeing that Zhang Xiaobao wanted tomit murder for the sake of removing a hidden danger, quickly prevented it.
Mrs. Zhang-Wang looked at her son and then looked at her daughter-inw before happily kissing their two faces again and again: Good, well listen to Juan-Juan. My son and Juan-Juan can actually say so many words like a grownup. Even if youre monsters, Mom will ept it. Where would you go to find such dear monsters? Its really all your Dads fault. He had to say that word. Wait a bit; Mom will go find your Dad to have a talk.
Having finished talking and fed the two children, Mrs. Zhang-Wang really did go seek out Father Zhang. But she didnt go by herself and called up Mom [inw] and Old Master with a slight appearance of wishing to make a public trial of his crimes.<sup>[8]</sup>
Of course, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan didnt care about other people as theyy down there, holding back the sleepiness overtaking them to discuss matters forter on.
These ideas of yours are one after another. Do you intend to take them all out? Altogether, there are only two people working. How could Yingtao and Erniu know of so many things? Theyll get exhausted silly. Wang Juan felt that if Zhang Xiaobao continued like this, the expansion would be too quick so she was giving advice there.
It is a bit much. Then, just have Ernius family manage the affairs of that paste sauce, Yingtao will raise the chickens, the earthworms and other misceneous stuff will be given to Shiliu. But then, wouldnt we have nobody by our side again? Actually, it isnt that I want to expand so quickly. If we werent in the 2nd year of Kaiyuan right now and were 2 years earlier, I could still go slowly. But time doesnt abide me,<sup>[9]</sup> ~ah. Zhang Xiaobao sighed as he spoke.
I dont believe it, ~ne. I feel that even if it were 2 years earlier, you would still say this. Just like how some people who would always say if I were only younger, I would be like this or that. Even waiting until they age bit by bit, they would still be like this. Wang Juan basically treated Zhang Xiaobaos words with disbelief.
Zhang Xiaobao turned over to lie there, pressing his face to the mat as he said with a hum: Really, Im afraid that Li Longji will take my familysnd. My family doesnt pay any taxes on those 100 heads. If thends gone, what do the people of the manor do? Keep them? Those taxes are paid per headhow much money is required every day, ~ah! Dont keep them; my Grandpa, Grandma, as well as my Dad and Mom, whod wait on them? Theyre people whove grown used to being waited on; Im worried that they wouldnt be able to take it.
Even if you have to earn it, you still want to buy such a big plot ofnd with this little money?
This money isnt enough, of course. I need a foundation. At that time, thered naturally be a way to get rich. I wont speak of it with you beforehand. Otherwise, youll mourn the heavens and pity the people<sup>[10]</sup> again. Anyway, its not by swindling. Zhang Xiaobao continued exining.
Who cares? If you wont speak of it, then dont speak of it. Dont tell me in the future ever again. Think on that Great Swindler Song, then. Wang Juan said as if in a pique.
Whats to worry about a swindler? Its those of you who are officials that are formidable. How did I not think about using dys, ~ne? That is indeed bureaucracy. Dying him a few days is fine. Im impressed. Zhang Xiaobao praised. This was because todays dying tactic was Wang Juans own idea. If it were up to Zhang Xiaobaos thinking, theyd just be swindling each other directly.
What do you understand? This is called battle strategy. Sleep, we still need to continue training in the afternoon.<hr><ol><li>
The phrase Song Jing-gong uses here is you yuan (), which can be tranted as destined or fated. It can describe a romantic destiny but can also refer to serendipitous encounters that lead tosting friendships. Since Song Jing-gong is trying to im that he likes Xiaobao enough to want to befriend him in order to curry favor with the Zhang household, I chose to trante his turn of phrase as sharing an affinity.</li><li>
The expression Song Jing-gong uses is da she sui gun shang (). This Chinese turn of phrase is essentially describing someone acting quickly like someone striking a snake with a stick before it can react. I reced it with a roughly equivalent English expression as suggested by a reader.</li><li>
Mrs. Zhang-Wang is referencing a point in Chinese history where a 7 year old genius named Xiang Tuo (</a>) was so intelligent that Confucius treated the little boy as his teacher (). This anecdote is supposed to be an illustration of Confucius humility as he had already taught several students himself and was considered a master sage at this point in his life but he still wasnt arrogant enough to assume that he knew more than a 7 year old child prodigy who had wisdom of his own. The historical veracity of this ount is corroborated in terms of being mentioned in several Chinese texts of the period as well as in several ssical histories. However, the actual details of the event and how it became well known enough to be recorded for posterity is unknown. It is likely a situation simr to how everyone knows Sir Isaac Newton first thought of the concept of gravity by having an apple hit his head</a> even though that might not be what exactly happened. However, as this story is universally epted as the truth in Chinese culture, Xiang Tuo became one of the oft-cited examples of a boy genius.</li><li>
Gan Luo () bing a Senior Minister at the age of 12 is anothermon example cited in Chinese history of a child prodigy (). Senior Minister is how I have tranted the position of shang qing (</a>) that is mentioned in the phrase. Qing/ is a ministerial title that falls underneath the Three Lords and Nine Ministers</a> governmental system of ancient China and was divided into upper (shang/), middle (zhong/), and lower (xia/) graded ranks. Sometimes, Gan Luo is said to have be a prime minister or chancellor in a mistrantion or exaggeration of shang qing (), usually for the purposes of drama. Historical mention of this event can be found in the 71st volume of biographies</a> of the Records of the Grand Historian</a> or Taishi Gong Shu (), which is also known as The Scribes Records (Shiji/) for short, authored by Sima Qian</a> () of the Han Dynasty</a>.</li><li>
Siqi/ is the term for a lifetime contract that remains valid until the death of the contractor. In this case, Steward Zhang is stating that Xiaoqi sold himself to the Zhang household for the duration of his lifetime.</li><li>
The expression used to describe Steward Zhangs facial expression is mian chen si shui (), which isparing his facial expression to that of the deep or dark water surface. The adjective of chen/ in this phrase is alsomonly used to describe gloomy or overcast weather, hence my trantion choice.</li><li>
Xiaohong () means little red.</li><li>
Xing shi wen zui () is a Chinese idiom describing a situation when a crowd or mob of people, possibly incited or led by a leader, makes a bigmotion over an alleged crime in a mock trial where they y judge and jury (and sometimes executioner), essentially holding a kangaroo court</a>.</li><li>
The 4-character long expression that Xiaobao uses here is shi bu dai wo (), which I havent been able to find when looking it up in Chinese dictionaries or the inte but based on the meaning that I can gather from it, it likely shares a meaning along the same lines as the English expression time waits for no one as the Chinese characters literally trante to time not rece me.</li><li>The 4-character idiom Xiaobao uses here is bei tian min ren (</a>), which is typically used to describe when someone is being the equivalent of a bleeding heart</a>. Obviously, this is Xiaobao needling Juan-Juan on her naivete since he is more cynical than she is. </li></ol>