Distributing Stipends

The next day, dawn had barely broken.

Jiang Yuechu had risen unusually early.

Unable to sleep anyway, she simply got up and practiced a set of Yin-Yang Crisscross Hand in the courtyard. Her fist forms stretched wide as she breathed in and out slowly, not stopping until the heat within her had completely subsided.

Just as she was about to return to her room, someone lightly knocked on the courtyard gate.

"Lady Jiang."

A somewhat unfamiliar voice came from outside.

Puzzled, Jiang Yuechu walked over and pulled back the bolt.

Outside, several broad-shouldered, burly men stood waiting respectfully, carrying shoulder poles and lifting chests.

At their head stood Gao, a lanky man who looked like an accountant.

"Lady Jiang, this humble one is from the Regional Commander's Office treasury. I have come specifically to deliver this month's stipend."

As he spoke, Gao bowed and gestured for the men behind him to carry the goods inside.

"Stipend?"

Jiang Yuechu paused slightly. Only then did she remember that today did indeed seem to be payday.

She had never paid much attention to a Langjiang's stipend. She only vaguely recalled receiving a hundred taels as her promotion reward.

As for the rest, she imagined there would not be too little of it.

Yet when those men had carried everything into the courtyard, Jiang Yuechu could not help raising her brows.

Good heavens.

One hundred taels of patterned silver had been stacked in neat rows, gleaming bright as snow.

Forty shi of rice were piled like a small mountain, taking up nearly half a corner of the courtyard.

The weights and measures of this world differed slightly from those of her previous life.

One shi weighed roughly a hundred jin. Forty shi meant four thousand jin.

Besides that, there were another hundred and twenty