[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-assuming-the-langya-surname":3,"chapter-assuming-the-langya-surname-assuming-the-langya-surname-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The False Clan of Langya",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2273843,4442,"Chapter 47: Startled Horse","assuming-the-langya-surname-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>\"Thirty fans in seven days? That’s too tight a deadline, and the price is slashed so low—even if you make them, the quality won’t be good...\" The shopkeeper complained listlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang smiled easily: \"What if I told you that by the seventh day, each fan will earn you a thousand coins? What do you say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much?!\" The shopkeeper’s eyes widened, doubting his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The young master said a thousand coins!\" Little Ah Wu held up one finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang smiled but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you here to mock me?\" The shopkeeper’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you think I have nothing better to do? Thirty fans: ten with black handles, twenty with natural wood handles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven days from now, sell the black-handled fans first, each at ten thousand coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other twenty with natural wood handles, only bring them out after the black ones are sold out—each at eight thousand, no discounts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have a way to sell all thirty fans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every black-handled fan sold, you keep one thousand coins from the ten thousand. For every natural wood-handled fan sold, you keep eight hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do you say? Will you make money or not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper was stunned. Had he not seen Wang Yang dressed like a scholar-official, he’d have thought him mad! A useless scrap of paper fan, selling for ten thousand coins? Where would he find so many fools?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he thought again: let the young master go mad—it wouldn’t cost him anything if the fans didn’t sell. So he put on a smile and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then thank you, young master. But this is a small business—thirty fans cost twelve hundred coins total. Will you pay in cash, or—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang casually pulled out a hundred coins and placed them down:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need for change. Make one first and bring it to the County Academy on Sima Street by tomorrow night. Say you’re looking for Young Master Wang. Remember: money is no issue—quality comes first. If you do well, I’ll order another thirty from you. If you do poorly, this deal is off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper, delighted by Wang Yang’s generosity, bowed repeatedly in thanks—never realizing the scholar-official couldn’t even afford the fan’s cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang gave further detailed instructions on the desired effect of the folding fan, and the shopkeeper nodded, memorizing every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the shop, Little Ah Wu asked, puzzled: \"They cost forty coins to buy—why did you give him so much?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must save where you can, but when you must spend, don’t hold back—otherwise you risk failure. Take these folding fans: no one’s ever made them before, no one knows how. If the shopkeeper resents it, how can he give his all? So you must offer a sweetener—make him happy and hopeful for the future, so he’ll be motivated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Ah Wu pondered, then said: \"Then I was wrong—not to mention the forty coins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You weren’t wrong. The price must be pushed down—if not, the shopkeeper thinks we’re fools. For example, if you’d quoted a hundred coins right away, even if he agreed, he’d still be unsatisfied—might even think he got too little. But if you first lock in forty, then give him a hundred, he’ll be overjoyed. Same amount given, completely different effect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I sort of get it... but what’s the principle behind this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Human nature. Have you heard the story of ‘Three in the Morning, Four at Night’?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah Wu shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once, a man kept monkeys. He told them: ‘From now on, you’ll get three chestnuts in the morning and four at night.’ The monkeys were unhappy. He immediately changed it: ‘Alright, then three at night and four in the morning.’ The monkeys were delighted. Ah Wu, what lesson does this story teach?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh... Young Master, could we... buy a bag of chestnuts...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang: -_-||\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not even a full bag! You promised a full bag!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not enough! Fill it more!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even more!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Ah Wu stared intently at the vendor’s hands, urging him repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor’s “shaky-hand trick” had no room to work against Ah Wu—the chestnuts were packed so full that the top few rolled onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah Wu hurried to pick them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor grumbled: \"See? I told you it wouldn’t fit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang laughed: \"Ah Wu, come back—these are enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move aside!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shout rang out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hooves thundered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man galloped toward them on a fast horse!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah Wu had just picked up two chestnuts when she felt wind behind her head—she turned and saw two massive horse hooves charging toward her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah Wu!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang’s soul nearly fled—he couldn’t reach her in time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone thought the girl would be crushed beneath the hooves in the next instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suddenly, a green shadow leapt from the roadside, swift as wind and lightning, snatched up Ah Wu, and rolled away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that split second, the green-clad figure executed a forward roll, drawing a black scabbard sideways—CRACK!—it struck the hooves with a sharp sound!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse reared, neighing piercingly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rider yanked the reins hard—the startled horse slammed headfirst into the stone wall of the opposite shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the green-clad figure landed beside the road, bracing herself with one hand to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had worn a wide-brimmed hat, but the roll had knocked it off—revealing a cascade of black hair, flowing freely in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a beautiful woman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a beautiful woman had such swift, agile skill?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd on the roadside burst into applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah Wu! Are you alright? Hurt at all?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang rushed over, taking Ah Wu from the woman’s arms, checking her front and back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Ah Wu was stunned—she flung herself into Wang Yang’s arms, holding back tears to preserve her dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang patted her head, soothing her repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green-clad woman stood up. Wang Yang rose quickly and bowed: \"Thank you for your righteous intervention! I am deeply grateful!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman nodded: \"It’s nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was clear and cold, radiating an invisible air of distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dressed in male attire—tall, slender, with long, elegant legs—like Xie Xinghan, she lacked the usual coyness of women of her time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xie Xinghan’s poise came from intelligence and refined upbringing—a calm, lively grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman was solitary, cold, and stern; her high, refined nose and sharp, icy brows added a touch of stubborn sharpness and detached aloofness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if no noise, no accident could disturb her—like the near-disaster just now, to her it was merely a trivial matter, leaving not a ripple in her clear, cool eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who dares hurt my horse?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clear the way! All of you, move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man with a blue-tinged beard pushed through the crowd, striding forward. He wore light-blue trousers and tunic, no armor, but leather bracers on his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kuzhe” — also called “kuxie” — was a popular outfit in the Northern and Southern Dynasties: short upper garment, long trousers. Light and practical, it became standard military wear, worn by soldiers and officers alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the man saw the green-clad woman’s face, his fury instantly melted into eager charm: \"Are you alright? Not hurt, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman ignored him, walking straight ahead. The man smiled, bowing politely, continuing: \"I am—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the woman’s eyes showed no sign he existed—she passed him without a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s smile froze. He explained: \"Lady, I only meant to check if you were hurt—no other intent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman walked to the center of the road, bent down, and picked up her hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd, watching the man’s awkwardness, snickered behind their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s smile slowly faded: \"I’m speaking to you. Can’t you hear me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman brushed dust off her hat, not looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s voice rose: \"Is it that you can’t hear—or that you can’t speak?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as tension mounted, a man’s voice cut in:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You talk well enough—but you don’t speak human words.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1320,"2026-06-19T23:36:03.373Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7da9d656325c6b2c10ca63e2d2825a2a2dc65fcb0ef380f136459de5cf25f9fc","assuming-the-langya-surname-chapter-48","assuming-the-langya-surname-chapter-46",62,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-false-clan-of-langya-cover.jpg"]