Ten days later, at the Ping'an County office.
Jiang Fu'an carried a bulging coarse-cloth sack half a man's height into Sun Xiuyuan's office.
He set the sack on the side table and said with a smile to Sun Xiuyuan, who was reading official documents:
"Brother Sun, during this Beast Tide, my son and I only managed to gain something thanks to the weapons you helped us purchase.
"This is Half-Spirit Beast meat we brought back. I specially dried some of it and brought it for you to try."
Seeing the huge sack stuffed full, Sun Xiuyuan looked surprised.
"Ho! Looks like Brother Fu'an made quite a haul this time."
As he spoke, he rose to his feet, untied the sack's mouth, and peered inside.
When he saw the strips of dark-brown dried meat within, delight bloomed across his face, though his words remained polite.
"How could I possibly accept this? This is far too much."
Jiang Fu'an truly did not think it was too much.
The main problem was that they had stored too much at home. Even the more than twenty people in the compound could not finish it all, and he worried it would spoil if left too long.
Naturally, he could not say that outright.
He nodded along with Sun Xiuyuan's words.
"If it were only for Brother Sun to have a taste, then it truly would be too much.
"But this was not prepared for you alone.
"The young master of your household is at the age when he is shooting up like bamboo after rain. If he can have a bowl of porridge made with this Half-Spirit Beast meat every day,
"It will be of great benefit to strengthening his foundation and to his future cultivation."
"Hahaha!"
At the mention of his youngest son, Sun