"What does this mean?" Mo Yun looked at Wu Mingjiang.
Wu Mingjiang gave a sheepish smile and lowered his voice. "This is a share of the Medicinal Fields' profits. It only came in two days ago. Since you're here, Brother Mo, you should have a share."
Mo Yun was puzzled. "The Medicinal Fields pay out profit shares?"
Wu Mingjiang explained quietly, "When the medicinal herbs are harvested, some inevitably fail to meet the quality requirements..."
"The Mountain Manor has no use for these poorer-quality herbs, but collecting them and selling them in the city still brings in some silver."
"As long as the normal yield is maintained, the Mountain Manor doesn't ask many questions about these substandard herbs. After all, they aren't worth much silver in the grand scheme of things."
"So every harvest brings in some extra income, roughly two or three hundred taels a year."
"Some of that goes to the tenant farmers, and the rest is divided among us manor guards stationed here."
"The Mountain Manor might not care about this little bit of silver, but it can greatly improve the tenant farmers' lives, letting them eat meat a few more times each month and buy a few more padded cotton coats and quilts when the weather turns cold."
"That way, they have more drive when tending the Medicinal Fields and put more care into their work."
"And of course, for us manor guards, it means another bottle or two of pills to help advance our martial cultivation."
Understanding dawned on Mo Yun. "I see."
Wu Mingjiang let out a long, heavy breath and said quickly, "All right, that's about everything. I should get going. If there's anything else you don't understand, Brother Mo, just ask old Liu."
With that, Wu Mingjiang picked up the bundle he