"For all these days, this is the first time a copper block has appeared... I wonder what the pattern is." Compared with the glittering little goldfish from a while back, pure copper was naturally worth far less in the secular world. However, since the little goldfish barely circulated at all, copper blocks were clearly more valuable to Kang than goldfish. Luan Xin ordered the convoy to spend the night at the nearest post station along the official road and see what happened.
The next day, Luan Xin was shaken awake by his wife.
His wife's expression was tinged with alarm.
Once fully awake, Luan Xin instinctively threw back the covers.
After seeing what was there, he silently pulled the covers back down.
Who would believe it? Copper blocks were growing like mad in his bed.
He asked his wife to prepare ink and paper.
He set about writing a personal letter to his lord, then had his guards send it to Huang Ting along with the hundred-odd copper blocks that had appeared in his bedding. He was far too curious about the pattern behind their appearance. Were they appearing at random, or did it have something to do with other factors?
Shen Tang: "..."
Gongyi had only left the city for vacation yesterday, hadn't he?
And he'd written her a letter the very next day. How could she not feel tender toward him?
Shen Tang opened the letter and read it with great care, not missing a single word. When she saw Luan Xin's question, she gave up trying to figure it out herself and asked the person involved. The woman was eating with a blank expression. She had already polished off the hundred-odd dishes on the table. The imperial chefs, sweating profusely as they worked, were in high spirits—