Chen Qing rose, pushed open the door, and walked to the well in the courtyard. He drew a bucket of refreshingly cold well water, preparing to wash up.
As water splashed, Madam Han strolled in from outside the courtyard with a vegetable basket over her arm. "A Qing, two groups came by this morning. Both said they were delivering something for you."
As she spoke, she took out a weighty parcel and a small white porcelain bottle from the basket. "Here. The Cheng Family's steward delivered this parcel. As for this little porcelain bottle, the man who brought it said he was Jiang Yang's junior brother."
"Oh?"
Slightly surprised, Chen Qing took the items and turned back into his room.
When he untied the parcel, he found a thick stack of banknotes inside—three hundred taels in all—along with twenty round, plump Blood Vitality Pills neatly arranged beside them.
Chen Qing immediately understood. This was the Cheng Family's generous reward for his desperate fight yesterday.
The Cheng Family had indeed shown him kindness, but kindness would eventually be spent.
From now on, the Cheng Family would certainly value him even more.
As for the white porcelain bottle, when he pulled out the soft stopper, three Blood Vitality Pills of equally fine quality lay inside.
"Jiang Yang is quite a clever man."
Looking at the porcelain bottle in his hand, Chen Qing immediately understood Jiang Yang's intentions.
He carefully put away the banknotes. The Blood Vitality Pills, however, would have to be inspected before he could take them.
Once everything was put away, Chen Qing finally left home and arrived at Zhou Academy.
"Good morning, Senior Brother Chen!"
"Senior Brother Chen!"
Along the way, every disciple he met greeted him warmly, their voices carrying a few more traces of heartfelt closeness than