Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's relieved smile, as well as his remarkably seasoned handling of the matter—he had not simply handed silver to the cart driver out of pity, but had instead promised to double the fare once the man reached Pingyang City—Li Jinfeng was even more delighted. He felt that this country boy before him had grown ever more mature... Before the two carriages set off, Li Jinfeng remembered something else. He pulled Zhang Xiaohua aside and lowered his voice. "Xiaohua... there is one more matter!"
Zhang Xiaohua asked curiously, "Young Master Li, please speak plainly. This poor Daoist is your student, after all. There is nothing that cannot be said openly!"
Li Jinfeng's face reddened slightly. "It is like this. Miss Mei lies buried in a foreign land. I have thought about it for a long time. Although the feng shui of her grave is excellent, she is ultimately still a lonely wandering ghost here. The Mei family is a prominent clan in Nanzhao Town and must have their own ancestral burial grounds there. If... if we could send Miss Mei's coffin back to Nanzhao Town and let her rest beside her own kin, would that not be better?"
Zhang Xiaohua's expression turned solemn. Looking at Li Jinfeng, who seemed the very embodiment of righteousness, he could not help feeling as though he stood gazing up at lofty mountains. He said gravely, "That is only right. We should do exactly that!"
"But..." Li Jinfeng looked embarrassed. "But my purse is rather empty, and... Miss Mei's coffin has to travel such a great distance. Though autumn has already arrived, the weather..."
"Hehe." Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Since Young Master Li has such feelings, how could your student fail to see them fulfilled?"
"Student?" Li Jinfeng waved a hand. "You should keep calling