Zhou Yi asked, "What business does Xiaokang have?"
Xiaokang fetched a silver note from his sleeve, his voice tinged with eagerness to please, "No other meaning, just hope that when Brother Yi becomes successful in the future, don't forget this old classmate."
Zhou Yi glanced at the denomination, one hundred taels!
His parents had toiled for half their lives, working from dawn till dusk, scrimping and saving only five coins, and without lifting a finger, he could receive one hundred coins!
He couldn't help but reach out to take it, but midway his hand retracted.
Zhou Yi suddenly recalled the admonition of Xiaozhengzi: there's plenty of money in the palace, what should be taken, what should not, what could be, and what couldn't be, one must discern clearly.
Take the wrong thing, and it's death!
"Xiaokang, let's not stand on ceremony,"