s days in leisure.
His maid beside him, he wandered around the town.
He was idle year-round, money never a worry for him.

The walls dividing the houses in Muddyrun were low.
The neighbor boy could see the whole yard even without standing on his tippy-toes, but he preferred to crouch atop a wall when talking to Chen Pingan.

The boy’s name was Song Jixin, and the maid who stuck to him was called Zhi Gui.
The girl stood on the other side of the wall timidly, her eyes almond-shaped. 

A voice came from the entrance of the yard.
“Are you selling that maid?”

Song Jixin turned his head to the voice, startled.
A young boy dressed in elegant clothing entered his eyes.
The boy stood outside the yard.
Song Jixin had never seen him before.

Beside the boy was a tall old man.
The old man had a pale face.
He looked at the boy and girl pair, a gentle smile on his face.

The old man glanced at Chen Pingan before focusing on Song Jixin and the maid.
The smile on his face deepened.

Song Jixin squinted at the young man.
“Okay, how much?”

The young man smiled.
“Name your price.”

The girl’s eyes widened.
She felt this whole situation was bizarre.
She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Song Jixin furrowed his brow and stretched out ten fingers.
“Ten thousand silver!”

The boy’s face remained the same.
He nodded.
“Deal.”

Seeing as the boy did not seem to be joking, Song Jixin said hurriedly, “I meant gold!”

The boy’s lips curled up into a smile.
“I was just messing with you.”

Song Jixin’s face fell.
The fancily dressed boy no longer paid attention to Song Jixin and shifted his gaze to Chen Pingan.
“I owe you one.
Thanks to you, I was able to buy that carp.
It truly is a good carp.
It made me want to thank you in person.
I got Grandpa Wu to take me to you.”

He threw an embroidered bag to Chen Pingan and beamed.
“My thanks, we’re even now.”

Just as Chen Pingan was about to speak, the boy turned around and left.

Chen Pingan titled his head, thinking.

During the day, he had come across a middle-aged man walking down a street with a fish basket.
The man had caught a palm-sized golden carp.
It jumped wildly in the bamboo basket.
In a festive mood, Chen Pingan took one glance at it and wanted to buy it.
He offered to buy it for ten copper.
The middle-aged man had originally planned to make this thing of beauty his meal, but, seeing that he could make some money off of it, he sat on the ground and began bargaining.
He would only sell it for thirty copper.
Chen Pingan was strapped for cash but he really wanted the golden carp.
He began to bargain with the middle-aged man, wanting to cut the price down to fifteen copper.
He would even be fine with twenty copper.
Just when the middle-aged man showed signs of giving in, that fancily dressed boy and tall old man showed up.
In one fell swoop, they bought the carp and fish basket for fifty copper.
Chen Pingan could only watch as they walked away, unable to do a thing.

Song Jixin glared at the grandfather and grandson pair as they faded away in the distance.
Then, he jumped off the wall and exclaimed, as if remembering something.
He said to Chen Pingan, “Do you still remember that four-legged snake in the Spring Festival?”

Chen Pingan nodded.
It was still fresh in his mind.

According to the town’s tradition, if there was a snake in one’s house, it was an auspicious sign.
The owner should not drive it out or kill it.
During the Spring Festival, Song Jixin was laying at his doorstep, basking in the sun.
Then, a little critter, commonly called a four-legged snake, bolted into his house.
Song Jixin grabbed it and threw it into the yard.
To his surprise, the four-legged snake, which was sent barreling to the ground, was persistent.
It would come again and again.
In a fit of rage, Song Jixin, who never really believed in that superstitious stuff, threw the snake into Chen Pingan’s yard. 

The next day, Song Jixin was greeted with a nasty surprise.
He saw the four-legged snake curled up under his bed.

The girl tugged on Song Jixin’s sleeve, just as Song Jixin was about to continue.
Song Jixin and the girl were in tune with each other’s thoughts.
Song Jixin swallowed the words he was about to say.

He was going to say that the hideous four-legged snake had a strange bulge on its forehead.
It resembled a horn.

Song Jixin instead said, “Zhi Gui and I will probably be leaving here next month.”

Chen Pingan sighed.
“Have a safe trip.”

Song Jixin said jokingly, “There are some things that I won’t take with me when I leave.
You better not go wild and steal everything while I’m away.”

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Song Jixin burst out laughing and pointed at Chen Pingan with a playful smile.
“You’re such a scaredy-cat.
What’s this? Once poor, always poor? You’ll end up no better in your next life.”

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Chen Pingan went back to his house, shut the door, and lay on the wooden bed.
Uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes and murmured, “Stay safe, Ping’an, stay safe, Ping’an, live on, Ping’an, live on, Ping’an…”

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Hope a committed tl tries to pick up and finish this (scarily long and honestly untranslatable) novel.

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