Chapter 40 (1/2)

Spring Once More ch40 Translator: ayszhang

Editor: Marcia

Beta reader: Dairytea

chapter 40

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Chapter Forty

The streets of Huizhou and the capital each have their uniqueness The streets of the capital are like potato cakes in the fryer, enveloped in heat and activity, their walls red and their edges golden, practically dripping ealth and gluttony The streets of Huizhou are like zongzi filled with sticky rice harbouring goodies, all wrapped in freshly picked reed leaves, e to the smell and taste

And I like both

Especially hashu is fanning himself It's a cloudless, sunny day, so a fan is a reed to have you dine with reasy potato cakes probably won't last until toht?” I chuckle “These will be ht snack if I ever need it”

Huizhou has a few prosperous townshi+ps under its administration, and all annual tributes are submitted under the na from the list are xuan paper, duan inkstone, pine-soot ink, and tea

Rich young h it is his first visit to Huizhou, Fu Qingshu seems to know more about the points of interest in Huizhou than about the number of holes in his manor's outhouse On our way, he infor towards a tea shop to purchase five liang of Mount Huang hty liang silver every liang According to history, when the previous emperor, as the little prince's blood father and the current emperor's uncle/stepdad, was on the throne, the tribute tea was the yunjian which is valued at one hundred liang silver per liang Since the current emperor ascended the throne, he declared a nation-wide policy ofto the , a cheaper cultivar The entire court ash in tears and snot born out of gratitude, and the i the Econoards to Tribute Tea by His Majesty, the E the shop, we decide to guess the real price of theat theon a bucket of leaves, the shop owner treats us with a haughty rhetoric “These two gentlemen, this is after all the tribute tea As such, it's valued at eighty liang silver per liang I ashu fans hi is for the mouth of His Majesty However, we are but petty commoners who cannot compare Do tell us the true price”

The owner clucks and nods “You, sir, knohat you're talking about Then let us be frank Fifty liang per liang Here's a bundle for you to take ho himself at a leisurely speed “The true price”

The owner clucks, sighs and nods “Thirty liang I can't go any lower”

The fan in Fu Qingshu's hand keeps going I never knew Li'l Marquess could be such an efficient haggler

The owners clucks, rubs his hands together, heaves a sigh and nods sole you sirs, think of this as a friendly gesture Twenty liang! I'll lose soood narins, completely satisfied Just as his lips part, however, I interrupt, “Never o”

The owner is stunned, his eyes about to pop out “Sir, ere discussing the price as usual Why the sudden change?”

I turn to the entrance “Trade ree upon that, then there's no point”