Chapter 21 (Part 2)

 Chapter 21 (Part 2)

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At this time in Jingtinghou Fu, Ban Hua was urging Ban Heng to practice martial arts. Ban Heng wailed bitterly but did not dare to sit on the ground. He was afraid of the whip in his sister's hand.

"Sister, has it been a quarter of an hour?"

"It's still early," Ban Hua stared at the bowl above his head as she replied, "Don't move or else the water will overflow from the bowl. Be careful. If you shake it again, I will hit you."

Ban Heng gritted his teeth and said: " Sister, my sister, the No. 1 Beauty in the Great Dynasty, please let me take a breath! Okay, just a breath."

Ban Hua looked at Ban Heng and said with a faint smile: " Brother Heng, If you don't exercise well, how will you protect our parents once they are old?"

"You are not good at poetry, and you cannot be a scholar in the future."

Ban Heng's knees softened.

"If you are not good at painting, you can't sell any."

Ban Heng's knees grew softer.

"Not good at arithmetic, can't do be an accountant."

Ban Heng's knees were too soft to even hold him up.

"Not good at riding and shooting, can't be a hunter."

Ban Heng's knees were about to give up and he was about to kneel down for his sister.

"You don’t work hard and don’t know how to farm land. The only thing you can do is exercise your strength and live your life by relying on strength. Even if the future is bitter, at least you have good health. No one shall dare to touch you."

Ban Heng finally knelt down with a thump.

"Sister! I was wrong!"

Ban Hua took out a handkerchief to wipe the water off his face. Then she slowly patted his head with satisfaction: "It's good that you understand. Go and change into dry clothes. Then come back and continue."

"Yes." Ban Heng crawled up from the ground sadly. He got up, glanced at the broken bowl on the ground, and started to calculate in his head. After a few years, how many bags of goods would he have to carry at the dock before he could buy such a fine porcelain bowl?

That afternoon, he went to the housekeeper to inquire about it. The bowl he broke was produced by an official kiln. The price of a bowl was about 20 taels, enough for an ordinary farmer to spend a year with a surplus. The cargo-carrying workers at the dock get five wens for carrying a bag of cargo. This also requires them to have good luck, and the masters they encounter also have to be kind.

One tael of silver is exchanged for a thousand wen, twenty taels is 20,000 wen. so he has to carry about 5,000 bags of goods to buy the bowl he currently uses?

"Sister!" Ban Heng rushed into Ban Hua's yard crying and howling. "Let's go bury money!"

T/n :

This part is quite small.

Ban Heng does seem troubled this time. Ban Hua is very strict with her brother, isn't she?

And see you next week!

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