A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Arriving at the chosen bookstore on Dongchuan Road, Fan Xian’s group took a good look and discovered the location was indeed excellent—convenient for transportation and not too far from the Imperial College. All of Qing Kingdom’s scholars who came to the capital to prepare for the Imperial examinations had to pass by here almost every day. Most importantly, the place wasn’t too rowdy, which meant that the ladies from various manors and official households could send their maidservants here to purchase books in peace.
Fan Xian nodded and walked inside with Fan Sizhe. Upon seeing the few freeloaders inside, he said, "Mister Cui, sorry to bother you."
Mister Cui replied, with a smile, "My two young masters; this bookstore doesn’t earn that many coins a year, so spending this much energy really isn’t worth it."