The crowd of people all automatically swallowed their saliva down, not expecting Xiao Feng Wu to be so ruthless and hit someone who was half a century old. Taking this all in from a distance, Min Shang Shan signalled for his servants to take Li Si Mou away before walking over to Xiao Feng Wu. His expression had slightly warmed up from before as he said,
“Min Si Xing is fine now. The Min family owes you.”
Xiao Feng Wu didn’t take him up on his words and instead looked up at the clouds floating in the sky,
“There is no issue now, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be one later. Uncle, you should loosen up, or the medicinal traders under you won’t be able to live. Min Si Xing’s illness… perhaps it is a punishment from the heavens above.”
Min Shang Shan slightly narrowed his eyes,
“When your Xiao family was at its peak, they weren’t any more generous either. Opium and all, none of which were ever stopped.”
Xiao Feng Wu waved with his hands open,
“So, my family has met their karma. Those who were to die, died, and those who could run, ran. Unless Uncle, you wanted to follow behind in our footsteps?”
Min Shang Shan’s throat got caught and air was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down. Perhaps it was because he has never seen anyone so easily say that their family crumbled into shambles. He flipped his sleeves and signalled for his chamberlain to send their guests off.
Xiao Feng Wu pushed his sleeves up to his elbows and smiled until his eyes were curved. He reached out a hand,
“Consultation fee, exactly 200 taels of silver. The skills of my Xiao family acupuncture should be worth at least that much.”
Min Shang Shan knew that this was him being unwilling to keep a relationship with the Min family and he sighed deeply. He signalled for the chamberlain to hand over the money. Xiao Feng Wu accepted the delicately sewn bag and weighed it roughly in his hands before saying to Qin Ming Yue,
“Let’s go.”
The two of them walked out of the estate, heading back home, and as they did, Xiao Feng Wu suddenly threw the bag towards Qin Ming Yue which greatly confused the latter. Nonetheless, he accepted the bag of money and lifted his eyes to ask,
“What?”
Xiao Feng Wu’s feet didn’t stop nor did his head turn back; his only action was to stretch out his waist,
Qin Ming Yue paused and subconsciously clutched the bag closer. His pale fingers shone with a sharp contrast against the dark blue of the bag. He took a peek at the amount of money inside and then quickly caught up to Xiao Feng Wu, staring at his back as he said,
There were far too many patients today. Usually they were all folks from poor backgrounds, but now there were quite a few more who were quite lined in the pockets – each of them a fat pig to slaughter. They all came hoping to ask for some prescriptions that could help them live better or longer and Xiao Feng Wu loved these types of patients the most as he could earn a lot without a lot of effort.
Yan Cheng’s most famous restaurant was Tao Tie Lou and their most famous dish, Bai Xian Soup1, was sincerely out of this world. According to the legends, even if an ethereal being arrived, their tongues would fall off from the taste. Yet this was not something that you could obtain purely with wealth. Xiao Feng Wu had been a regular of theirs, and the patient in front of him had a bit of a familiar face. He looked a bit more closely before he realized that this was the main chef of Tao Tie Lou, Liu Yi Dao. (Tidbit: Yi Dao means one knife)
Seeing him with an expression of pain on his face and his rough hands all scattered with little knicks, which although not serious, still looked quite scary, Xiao Feng Wu couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows,
“What did you do to have wounds like this?”
The most important thing to a chef was his pair of hands.
Liu Yi Dao shook his head,
“Hoh, don’t even mention it. The district magistrate is inviting a special guest to Tao Tie Lou and specifically mentioned that he wanted Bai Xian Soup. This soup requires stone fish for its freshness but it’s currently out of season, so I had to bring some of my disciples to try and catch it in the far mountain area. It took so long just to get less than 1 kilogram, and still that stone fish is smaller than half the size of my palm. If it didn’t like to hide within the cracks of stones, I wouldn’t be as injured as I am now.”
Xiao Feng Wu asked while he mashed some medicine just to make some conversation,
“What kind of special guest is it that they require such fanfare? If the district magistrate really wanted this, he should go get it himself. That’s what’s called gifting from the heart. Just a casual desire out of his mouth and he really just stomps on everyone below to their death.”
Liu Yi Dao took a look around before leaning forward and whispering,
“What can we do as normal citizens with no power or status. I heard the other is a high ranking official from the capital, coming here on the Emperor’s orders. Otherwise, our Zhang-gui wouldn’t force me to go fishing. The district magistrate is hoping to rise in the ranks, so why wouldn’t he try to bribe and say sweet words as much as he can.”
Xiao Feng Wu frowned,
“On the Emperor’s orders? That doesn’t mean that he can play god. The district magistrate is making such a fuss but who knows whether whoever’s coming is just some random nobody instead….. Don’t take off the bandages after the injury gets wrapped. Come here tomorrow for another application of medicine and after a while the wounds should close up. Don’t do anything requiring strength when you go back, or when it comes winter, you’ll suffer your fate then.”
Notes:
*1 Bai Xian Soup: Literally translates to eight fresh, which usually means eight types of some sort of seafood/meat.