Chapter 49

Holy Monk 15 (Divine Doctor Master)

At this moment in the Qianming Hall, the great white snake's body was coiled on the ground, its head bobbing up and down as if paying respect.

Seeing that the other two-legged creatures were kneeling, facing the human emperor, it thought that as a snake kneeling twice would be fine, but how could a snake kneel? This left it quite perplexed.

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The escort guarding the great white snake into the capital said, "This great white snake has an innocent, pure nature, unaware of human hearts; judging by now, its intelligence is clearly about the same as that of the little lion."

He personally stepped forward, knelt before the great white snake, and solemnly said, "Thank you for saving my subjects! Thank you for saving my nephew!"

The great white snake lightly flicked its long tail over, patting the emperor's shoulder: "No need to thank me, two-legged creature."

"You're saying no thanks?" the emperor exclaimed, swearing he didn't understand snake language, yet he grasped the great white snake's meaning.

The great white snake's tail swayed, its head bobbing up and down; it felt that its grandson Yu Yuanwai was better—no need to expend spiritual energy to understand its meaning.

Although it was a snake immortal who had embarked on cultivation, facing the human emperor it still showed a measure of respect.

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The emperor thought that to let him see the future master, this owner was so formidable, his parrot spirit could even summon wolf-dogs; thus a white snake that could save people having some other ability was not strange.

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The great white snake sniffed the air, a bit displeased: "Where is the master? Why can't I smell the master's scent?"

The emperor discovered he could miraculously understand the great white snake's meaning again, and said, "The master has gone to the Hu lands to find his son."

The great white snake angrily slapped its tail, "The dead parrot surely followed; sure enough, it's not here, the parrot has occupied the master—it really shouldn't hibernate, this instinct is truly annoying."

The great white snake vowed, "I will surely strive in cultivation, aiming to never sleep in winter!"

Upon learning the master was absent, the great white snake drooped its head in sorrow, the whole snake listless.

The emperor boldly stroked its head, saying, "Just wait here in the palace for the master to return; the Hu lands are so far, you wouldn't know the direction anyway."

Hey, these scales are quite smooth, the snake's mouth has no bad smell; according to the guards, it's a clean-loving snake, even rinses its mouth every morning. Moreover, its entire body is covered in white scales; white animals are auspicious. The emperor discovered he could understand the great white snake's meaning, and he didn't find this giant snake frightening at all—look at its appearance, it's just like the little lion unable to get snacks.

The great white snake hissed at him: "Staying in the palace is fine; you just need the Imperial Kitchen to prepare tasty food for me."

Its great-grandson Yu Yuanwai said, "The Imperial Kitchen makes the best food in the world!" Earlier on the road, it had wanted the household servants to cook for it, but its appetite was huge; preparing that many chickens, ducks, and geese took too much time, so it could only eat raw.

The emperor immediately patted his chest and guaranteed, "Of course no problem—you can eat whatever you want!"

His Hougong has few concubines now; many have been sent by the Empress out of the palace to develop enterprises, so lunch no longer emphasizes many dishes—they all go to factories to eat communal stew, and the Imperial Kitchen's chefs are idle with nothing to do.

Now that a snake immortal has arrived, I believe they will be happy to cook for the snake immortal.

Over there, the Empress was summoning that group of children; her appearance was gentle and graceful, now pregnant, her whole body exuded maternal tenderness; the children were initially a bit restrained, but soon relaxed.

"Don't be afraid," the Empress gently told the girls, "I will have people send you home; if life is hard, come to the palace and tell me."

The older girls' eyes instantly reddened, almost bringing tears.

Even those from the poorest families among them were daughters of modest households, raised pampered from childhood, nurtured to be more beautiful than ordinary girls; otherwise they wouldn't have attracted traffickers.

Returning to the capital, they truly feared their families would not accept them; even if they hadn't been defiled, in others' eyes being abducted by traffickers made them unclean.

The Empress's expression softened, she sighed lightly, "You also shouldn't fear; when you marry in the future, I will provide you with a dowry."

This is meant to back them up; with her saying that, these girls will no longer suffer slanderous storms, and later their in-laws won't dare to trample them over this matter.

Several girls glanced at each other, wiped their tears, gathered courage, and said, "Mother, we're not afraid! We've decided: if our families won't take us in, we'll enter the palace as maidservants to attend the snake immortal."

Palace maids are basically selected from the common folk; which wealthy, child-loving family would let their daughter go into the palace to serve? Basically, literate girls find palace life much easier than living among the commoners.

The prettiest little girl laughed, quite pleased: "The snake immortal loves it when I give it a bath!"

The other girls also chimed in: "I also like wiping it down."

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"I also like making it pickled radish stewed duck!" a rosy-cheeked girl exclaimed, meeting everyone's gaze, she felt a bit shy but insisted on sharing her discovery: "The snake immortal actually prefers cooked food, but if it's not tasty, it would rather eat raw."

Hearing this, the group of children fell into contemplation, feeling it made considerable sense.

The snake immortal loves snacks, indicating it also enjoys human food.

Because the Emperor and Empress backed them, this batch of abducted children were taken back by their families without hesitation.

When the great white snake entered the capital, it insisted on coiling atop the carriage, accepting the cheers and gazes of the capital's populace.

Along the way, people kept joining the crowd, making the great white snake think it was popular; it held its head higher, its tail stopped swaying erratically—it too had idol baggage.

Such a white giant snake is extremely rare; at that time, over half the capital's residents ran out to see the spectacle, while people kept explaining that this was a Buddha snake raised by Master Xuanji, cultivated for merit.

Yu Yuanwai held his head high and chest out, feeling immensely proud; his family's snake ancestor was so popular, as a descendant of that ancestor he shared in the glory!

At that moment, the parents of the abducted children, looking at their own kids in the crowd, wanted to cry and also wanted to scold.

Their children's abduction had already been reported to the authorities; though they wanted to conceal it, they couldn't, but that didn't mean they could openly flaunt it before the entire capital's populace.

Their children's faces had been seen by everyone; the abduction was known throughout the capital—boys were fine, families thought gaining some notoriety wasn't bad, but the girls' families felt conflicted: with everyone in the capital having seen them, could they still marry?

Thus, when the Empress sent people to return them home, the families felt mixed emotions, but overall were glad.

Because the Empress's emissaries said, "In the future the Empress will invite them to the palace to play with the snake immortal, and when they marry she will give them a trousseau."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding neighbors all felt envious; with the Empress's words, who would dare later to use this matter to attack those girls?

Moreover, the Empress's trousseau and invitation to the palace to play indicate they will have the Empress's backing; as long as they don't court disaster, they need not worry about marriage, and even if they wed, their in-laws won't dare to look down on them.

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Section Chief Zhang found a carriage maker and had them, within two days, remodel a comfortable carriage capable of long-distance travel.

The master said they could only depart the day after tomorrow; that is definitely the day after tomorrow.

The stout Section Chief Zhang had a sister as beautiful as a celestial being; she had married into the Duke of Ying's mansion years ago, becoming the duke's second young lady; the duke's affectionate second son wanted to find a post for his brother-in-law, but the brother-in-law only loved trade.

Regarding this, the brother-in-law originally had some objections, after all scholars, farmers, artisans, merchants—commerce being lowest; in the eyes of those officials and nobles, merchants were not considered respectable.

Until Section Chief Zhang produced the dividend share, then the brother-in-law had no objections.

With the Duke's mansion as backing, and the sister herself investing, naturally a dividend was due; seeing the huge returns, the brother-in-law who had been waiting for parental pocket money to have any funds immediately did not oppose, and even enthusiastically acted as a guardian for Section Chief Zhang.

Zhang Zhuguan is an oddity of this era; even though he has connections, he refuses to become an official, preferring to do business all over the world. The only difference from a traveling merchant is that he especially knows how to enjoy himself—he creates conditions for enjoyment even when there are none.

Therefore Zhang Zhuguan's carriage is the best and most comfortable among all Great Celebration merchants; not only can one roll around on it, but one can also brew tea and eat snacks.

Wang Daxing couldn't help thinking that if two fragrant maidservants in red sleeves were added, it would have the flavor of a dandy's son, except that this dandy is a bit too… plump.

Zhang Zhuguan sighed, "I used to have two maidservants before, but after that no maidservant was willing to come out with me."

"Why?" Wang Daxing only then realized he had spoken without noticing, feeling embarrassed yet curious.

This carriage clearly looks either rich or noble; only people of status can ride it, so adding a few maids is not at all surprising.

Zhang Zhuguan said, "Brother Wang, you don't understand. Every girl is like a flower; a flower can only be cared for with gentle wind and rain, warm rooms. Those exposed to wind and rain will wither quickly."

Those two particularly ambitious maids went with him to the frontier; after a round trip of no more than two months, the northwestern sun baked them into coal miners, and it is said their skin became so rough that even the palace's moisturizing lotion couldn't revive it.

Since then, even though his magnanimous wife is willing to let him take a concubine, no one dares to do business with him.

Jiang He sized up Zhang Zhuguan's face for a while, smiled without saying a word.

It was obvious that he loved food more than beauty; his overly plump figure also suppressed his worldly **, otherwise, given his family background, there would be many ambitious girls.

Sure enough, the weather was just as Jiang He had said; the caravan could only postpone departure for two more days.

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Soon after the carriage set off, the people inside began to vomit, even spitting out sour water.

Zhang Zhuguan collapsed in the carriage, weakly complaining, "Ah, ah, ah, I hate this stretch of road."

This road was especially jolting and uneven; sitting in the carriage felt like being sifted beans, making one want to vomit.

Jiang He leaned against the carriage wall; despite the long trek, his handsome face showed no fatigue, remaining as detached as a white cloud in the sky. As for his hips, unlike Zhang Zhuguan and Wang Daxing, whose whole bodies were shaken repeatedly and seemed nailed to a chair, his posture, whenever observed, was always dignified and elegant.

No wonder he is a holy monk; he is unlike ordinary mortals.

Zhang Zhuguan's face was full of hopelessness; the fox‑fur great coat that people treasured and wanted to hang up was used as a cushion under his buttocks, crumpled more than dried vegetables.

It seemed Zhang Zhuguan did not consider this great coat very precious.

Wang Daxing's attitude toward him grew increasingly gentle; after all, the master is a monk, and Zhang Zhuguan's background was unknown; they went on a trade trip, not necessarily earning enough silver to buy such a coat.

"Master, would you like some tea?" Zhang Zhuguan knocked on the carriage wall and took tea‑making tools from a drawer.

Great Celebration was already in spring bloom, but the northwest was still bitterly cold; the chill seemed to pierce from the soles of the feet, freezing the blood into ice.

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Zhang Zhuguan said, "This tea is rare, early‑year pre‑Qing Longjing."

So many silver needles, does it really not hurt? Fortunately Hu Zi is already unconscious now; otherwise it would be very painful, right?

Zhang Zhuguan took the opportunity to pat the parrot demon, placed an exquisite small plate before it, along with a high‑level cup suited to its beak, and said cheerfully, "All right! All right!"

Jiang He gave them an example, "Look, aren't the Hu people taller, stronger, and less sick than us Great Celebration folk? Their bodies get sick less?"

The two finished a cup of milk tea and were amazed as if they had met a deity.

Zhang Zhuguan hummed, especially looking down on him for taking advantage while acting obedient.

He also has three sons; the eldest is already an adult but hard to find a bride, because the girls' families worry he will get the same illness. He's nearly forty, yet still travels as a merchant, just to save more money to marry his son off.

Jiang He clasped his hands together, which is why he sent the merit‑cultivation manual to Prime Minister Temple.

"Pearl milk tea tastes even better; you can make it with starch! What is starch? It's tapioca flour and sweet potato flour! What is sweet potato? That thing only exists overseas, can be a staple, a snack, a dessert, and it's very sweet, delicious, with many ways to prepare, especially baked is the best…"

The group was at a loss, all of them startled by Hu Zi foaming at the mouth.

Zhang Zhuguan and Wang Daxing both widened their eyes, half‑believing, half‑doubting.

Jiang He's movements were graceful, yet not slow; as a monk he couldn't eat meat, only indulging in more sweets to satisfy his cravings.

"You don't have to buy it; you swear not to use these formulas, I'll buy them alone." As for the leakage issue, he believed his brother‑in‑law would back him up, and the master and the parrot demon, but Wang Daxing lacked that courage.

Wang Daxing suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, it's no wonder Aunt Yang always wakes up complaining of headache and nausea—Aunt Yang is Hu Zi's mother."

The parrot, satisfied, spread its wings and patted Zhang Zhuguan's chubby face, "Young master, I see a bright future for you!"

As a tasker, Jiang He has a rich knowledge base, can converse with anyone—discussing crop fertilization with Wang Daxing, post‑partum sow care, and also chatting with Zhang Zhuguan about cuisine and local customs.

Tsk, after such a hard journey, he keeps getting fatter, and it's uncertain whether he can still fly.

The parrot, haughty, "Young master, I'll tell you for free how to make caramel; using caramel in pastries makes them fragrant!" Then it gave several caramel pastry recipes.

Thinking of this, he felt lingering fear; if Hu Zi fell ill with no cure, how could he return to tell Hu Zi's family?

Hu Zi, eyes brimming with tears, stepped back a few steps, knelt heavily, "Divine Doctor Master, please give a prescription; not only I, but my mother also suffers from this condition."

After a tea‑time, Hu Zi's complexion improved, and he opened his eyes.

"Host, when will they come to deliver the money?"

When the milk tea was ready, Wang Daxing also ran to Zhang Zhuguan's carriage to drink the milk tea.

"Indeed extremely delicious, the Hu people will surely like it," Wang Daxing exchanged a glance with Zhang Zhuguan, "Looks like next time we should bring more tea and sugar."

Seeing Zhang Zhuguan, who had come to watch the commotion, reflexively twitch his fatty flesh for Hu Zi's pain.

Wang Daxing then recalled that this master was a famous match‑making master, his medical skill was superb.

Here, Zhang Zhuguan hooked Wang Daxing's neck, discussing the formulas the master and the parrot had leaked along the way.

Zhang Zhuguan hummed, "I actually think their going north is a good thing; they're all non‑productive, the fewer Great Celebration the better."

"Black sugar certainly exists, but what is caramel?" Zhang Zhuguan was puzzled, "We only have white sugar."

Divine Doctor Master? What kind of title is that?!

During the noon break, Zhang Zhuguan had the caravan's cook prepare milk tea according to the master's method.

Jiang He pressed one hand on him, "You'd better stay lying down, otherwise your muscles and nerves may cramp… oh, you'll feel headache and nausea, so rest a while before getting up."

Now, everyone's gaze toward Jiang He was respectful and admiring; even Hu Zi struggled to rise, wanting to thank him.

Moreover, after discussing policies of economic and cultural invasion with him, he didn't believe the emperor couldn't think of new uses for Taoist priests and monks.

Prime Minister Temple, as the foremost temple of the world, must enter the secular world to cultivate merit; rulers will surely welcome that.

The crowd turned their heads, and upon seeing Jiang He, instinctively gave way.

Wang Daxing's face fell, and he said, "Of course not!"

Wang Daxing's face changed, and he said, "Of course not!"

After leaving Wan Shou County, there were still many villages where plenty of villagers raised horses and cattle, and cow's milk was easy to find.

Translation: After leaving Myriad Beast County, there were still many villages; many villagers raised horses and cattle, and cow's milk was not hard to find.

The parrot hopped over and shouted, "Young master wants lots of milk and lots of sugar! Do you have black‑sugar milk tea? Caramel milk tea is fine too."

Translation: The parrot hopped over and shouted, "Young master wants lots of milk, lots of sugar! Do you have brown sugar milk tea? Caramel milk tea is fine too."

Jiang He felt a tingling on his scalp as he recalled how his Shilan Temple had become Shilan Hospital.

Translation: Jiang He's scalp went numb, and he recalled how his Stone Orchid Temple had become the Stone Orchid Hospital.

Cassava and sweet potatoes aren't an issue; Zhang's caravan isn't limited to land—it even operates a dozen or so ships.

Translation: As for cassava and sweet potatoes, that's no problem; Manager Zhang's caravan isn't limited to land routes—he even has over a dozen sea ships.

"Milk tea? Wouldn't that smell fishy?" Zhang asked curiously.

Translation: "Tea with milk? Wouldn't that be fishy?" Manager Zhang asked curiously.

In another carriage, Jiang He lay back, lazily watching the sky, while the parrot lounged on his shoulder.

Translation: In another carriage, Jiang He lazily gazed at the sky, and the parrot also lay lazily on his shoulder.

The Hu people will surely enjoy this drink; tea is already in short supply, and sugar may soon be scarce as well.

Translation: The Hu people will surely like this way of drinking; tea is already in short supply, and sugar may soon be scarce as well.

The master gave a slight smile and handed over the tea.

Translation: The master smiled slightly and brought the tea over.

Jiang He went on, "Cow's milk can also beautify the skin."

Translation: Jiang He continued, "Cow's milk can also beautify the complexion..."

On the merchant's road, anything can happen; if Master Xuanji weren't here today, in this barren stretch with no villages or shops ahead or behind, where would they find a doctor?

Translation: On the merchant's road, anything could happen; today, if it weren't for Master Xuanji being here, in this place with no village ahead and no shop behind, where would they find a doctor?

When food came up, Zhang perked up and ordered his men to ride to nearby villages to fetch cow's milk.

Translation: When the talk turned to food, Manager Zhang became energetic and immediately had his subordinates ride to nearby villages to fetch cow's milk.

Jiang He produced a golden needle, had Huzhi's clothing removed, and then pinned him up like a porcupine.

Translation: Jiang He took out a gold needle, had someone remove Huzi's clothes, and pinned him up like a hedgehog.

Wang Daxing gave a wry smile, "I wouldn't dare; I'll pay silver for the prescription."

Translation: Wang Daxing gave a wry smile: "Of course I wouldn't dare; I'll pay silver to buy the prescription."

Jiang He, the monk meant for high‑ranking monks, refused the silver offered—mainly because it seemed too little—he stopped Huzhi from kneeling and warned, "Your illness can't be cured; it can only be prevented or its flare‑ups reduced."

Translation: This monk Jiang He, intended for eminent monks, refused his silver—mainly because it was too little—he stopped Huzi from kneeling and admonished, "Your illness cannot be cured, only prevented or its flare-ups reduced."

Wang Daxing fell into thought, wondering if milk and cheese really offered so many benefits; the master's household happened to have a treasured grandson who was frail and often ill—if the master's claims were true, it would be worth trying and recommending to them.

Translation: Wang Daxing couldn't help but fall into thought—do milk and cheese really have so many benefits? Coincidentally, the host's cherished legitimate grandson is frail and sickly; if it truly is as the master said, it could be tried and recommended to the host.

Wang Daxing ran over, instantly recognized Huzhi's condition as epilepsy, and urged urgently, "Quickly pry open his mouth—watch out he doesn't bite his own tongue."

Translation: Wang Daxing ran over, glanced at Huzi's condition, and said urgently, "It's epilepsy." His voice urgent: "Quickly pry open his mouth, careful he doesn't bite his own tongue."

After the parrot got enough sleep and opened its eyes, its ability to withstand tremors while flying increased, making it as steady as a mountain—even more so than a real parrot.

Translation: After the parrot slept its fill and opened its eyes, its flight-enabled earthquake resistance grew stronger; it was as steady as a mountain, even more so than a real parrot.

Seeing the pastries and tea, it flew onto the table and called out, "I want some too."

Translation: Seeing the snacks and tea, it flew onto the table and cried, "I want some too."

"Wait!"

Translation: "Wait!"

The three were deep in lively conversation when several horses rode past the caravan, their riders all being Daoists.

Translation: The three's conversation was lively; several horses passed by the caravan, their riders being rather unusual—all Daoists.

Those nearby scrambled to hold Huzhi down and force his mouth open.

Translation: The people around frantically pressed down on Huzi, prying open his mouth.

The parrot had no time to tease Zhang, because the dog's host could eat so much that if it didn't start now, there'd be nothing left.

Translation: The parrot also had no time to tease Manager Zhang; the dog host could eat so much that if it didn't start now, there'd be nothing left.

To keep the tea from spilling, they usually poured only half a cup on the moving carriage; Zhang thought of the master's elegant bearing on the rough mountain road earlier, glanced around, and filled the cup.

Translation: To prevent the tea from spilling, tea on the moving carriage was usually poured only half a cup; Manager Zhang recalled the master's elegant posture on the rough mountain road earlier, rolled his eyes, and filled the cup.

Jiang He just smiled; the emperor likely thought likewise.

Translation: Jiang He merely smiled; the emperor probably thought the same.

"Master, can you save him?"

Translation: "Master, can you save him?"

Jiang He couldn't be bothered with that dead bird; the only way to keep it quiet was to feed it.

Translation: Jiang He couldn't be bothered with this dead bird; only feeding it could shut its beak!

Just then, an urgent voice sounded outside the carriage.

Translation: Just then, an urgent voice sounded from outside the carriage.

After Huzhi's condition improved, he came over in person to thank them.

Translation: After Huzi's condition improved, he came in person to express his thanks.

Jiang He said, "It's not fishy; boil the tea, then add sugar or honey, and the flavor is excellent."

Translation: Jiang He said, "Not fishy; boiling the tea then adding sugar or honey yields an excellent flavor."

Among the merchant caravan were some doctors who knew a bit of basic medicine, and they carried some cold and injury remedies, but that was all; they had always been powerless against Huzhi's illness.

Translation: In the merchant caravan there were some doctors who knew a bit of rudimentary medicine, also carrying some wind-cold and trauma remedies, but that was all; they were utterly powerless against Huzi's illness.

After hearing this, Zhang and Wang exchanged a glance without changing expression, only resenting that there was an extra person in the carriage; otherwise, they could have monopolized these prescriptions.

Translation: After hearing that, Manager Zhang and Wang Daxing glanced at each other without changing expression, only resenting that there was an extra person in the carriage; otherwise they could have monopolized these prescriptions.

The people endure such hardship, yet they still donate incense‑oil money to temples; besides, many monastics who produce nothing avoid taxes, the country's population is too low, and the court constantly urges childbearing— which emperor would feel at ease seeing that?

Translation: The common folk suffer so much, yet they still send incense-oil money to the temples; moreover, there are many monastics who produce nothing and pay no taxes, the nation's population is too low, the court constantly urges childbearing— which emperor would feel pleased looking at that?

Several people unconsciously rubbed their stomachs, starting to feel their own bellies uneasy.

Translation: Several people unconsciously rubbed their bellies, also beginning to feel their stomachs growing uncomfortable.

The spring rain falls in a fine mist; in the northwest, mornings and evenings are bitterly cold, and a steaming cup of fragrant milk tea is pure bliss.

Translation: The spring rain drizzled softly; in the northwest here, mornings and evenings are freezing cold; drinking a cup of hot, fragrant milk tea is truly a mortal delight.

When the state was founded, the monk Liaoyuan helped establish it, causing Buddhism to flourish; although later emperors quietly limited Buddhism's hold on large tracts of land, the faithful remained numerous, and incense‑oil donations were enough to support many monks comfortably.

Translation: At the founding of the state, Monk Liaoyuan helped establish the nation, leading to a great flourishing of Buddhism; although later several emperors quietly restricted Buddhism's occupation of vast lands, the faithful were many, and incense-oil money sufficed for many monks to live comfortably.

Seeing this, Wang Daxing and Zhang couldn't help but gaze up in admiration.

Translation: Seeing this scene, Wang Daxing and Manager Zhang couldn't help but look up in awe.

"Sir, Huzhi has had a fit."

Translation: "Master of the house, Huzi has had an attack."

Just then the carriage wheel likely rolled over a stone, jolting everyone so hard their buttocks left the seats, but the master seemed to be sitting on flat ground—his body and hands unmoved, and the water in his tea cup remained perfectly still.

Translation: Just then the carriage wheel likely rolled over a pebble, jolting the occupants' buttocks straight off their seats, but the master seemed to be sitting on flat ground—body unmoving, hand unmoving, the water in his tea cup undisturbed.

They're all traders; who doesn't realize how vital these prescriptions are? They could easily sustain dozens of snack shops.

Translation: They're all merchants; who doesn't know the importance of these prescriptions? They could absolutely support dozens of snack shops.

It seems… that's exactly true.

Translation: It seems... indeed so.

Besides curing illness, this cheese also nourishes the body—how could it sound so mystical?

Translation: This cheese can cure illness, not to mention nourish the body—how could it sound so mystical?

From now on, no matter what Huzhi says, he must not be taken out.

Translation: Next time, no matter what Huzi says, I can't bring him out.

"Is this… poisoning?"

Translation: "Is... this poisoning?"

Jiang He said, "Cow's milk is good for the body, but it spoils easily; you can buy more cheese to take back to Daqing, and it's perfect for making milk tea and pastries."

Translation: Jiang He said, "Cow's milk is good for the body, but it's hard to preserve; you can buy more cheese and take it back to Great Celebration—making milk tea and snacks from it is excellent."

Zhang said, "That's none other than the esteemed Master Xuanji, a favorite of the emperor—do you dare cheat your conscience and take advantage of him?" Since gaining his brother‑in‑law's support, his business has thrived, and Zhang has come to appreciate the value of a strong patron.

Translation: Manager Zhang said, "That's none other than the emperor's favorite, Master Xuanji—do you dare, against your conscience, to take advantage of him?" Since gaining his brother-in-law's backing, his business has gone smoothly, and Manager Zhang understands the importance of having a patron.

Zhang eagerly pulled pastries and candied fruits from the tea table's fixed drawer, saying, "To go with the drink."

Translation: Manager Zhang eagerly took out the snacks and candied fruits from the fixed drawer of the tea table, saying, "To go with the drink."

In the midst of the confusion, a clear voice called out, "Make way!"

Translation: Amidst the chaos, a clear voice rang out: "Make way!"

"Strange—why are there so many Daoists and monks heading north this year?" Wang Daxing wondered, "I asked before, and they said they're going to the Hu lands to proselytize—Daqing is huge, yet it's not enough for them."

Translation: "Strange, why are there so many Daoists and monks heading to the Northern Lands this year?" Wang Daxing wondered aloud, "I asked before, and they said they're going to the Hu Lands to proselytize; Great Celebration is so big, it's still not enough for them?"

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