The bag still contained quite a bit of gold and jewels. These things weren’t easy to share out, or they would bring disaster to these people. After thinking over the recent refugees erging in the Capital City, Yang Chuxia had an idea.
In the Capital City’s banks, there were three of them; one directly affiliated with the Ministry of Revenue, while the other two were privately held. According to Brother An’s investigation, one should be owned by Prince Le.
And the other one was opened by a big household with the surna Shen from Jiangnan.
Yang Chuxia pondered for a mont and knocked on the door of Shen’s bank.
"Knock knock!!"
"Knock knock!!"
"..."
"Who’s there, it’s late at night."
After knocking for a long while, the manager of the bank finally descended from the second floor.
Seeing Yang Chuxia standing outside with her face covered, he instinctively wanted to close the door, but when Yang Chuxia squeezed in, he shouted, "Robbery!"
"Shut up!" The blade was pressed against his neck, "Shout one more ti, and I’ll kill you."
Upon hearing a female voice, the manager breathed a bit easier. At this ti, the young assistants from the harem all ca over.
"Send them out!"
The manager dared not disobey, and after everyone retreated, he quivered and asked, "Heroine, heroine, what do you want to do?
Thinking it over, she threw down one of the bundles, "Exchange these for convertible silver notes and silver pieces."
Seeing so many worthies in gold and jewels even the manager, managing the whole bank, was dazzled, for these jewels were not the ordinary kind.
"Heroine, this, uh, we are not a pawnshop here." The manager was really troubled, not knowing what an appropriate amount would be.
"That’s why I ca to you and not a pawnshop; can a regular pawnshop digest this much of my goods?" Yang Chuxia kicked him, "I’ll do the math; you go fetch the silver. This chain is worth one thousand taels, this bracelet three hundred taels... Totaling twenty-eight thousand taels, give twenty-seven thousand taels in notes, and one thousand taels in silver pieces."
"This..." The manager was indeed in a bind, "If I do this, the boss will kill ."
"If you don’t do it, I’ll kill you right now."
With that, the knife edged closer, "My knife just had blood on it, you can still sll the stench."
Her reminder was not helpful; once she reminded him, the manager felt like he would spill alcohol.
"Will you go or not!"
"I’ll go, I’ll go..." If he didn’t, his throat might get sliced.
Ultimately, the manager brought the silver notes with a bitter face and also a bag of silver ingots, "Heroine, count them."
Yang Chuxia certainly didn’t have the spare ti to count; she tied up the bundle, tossed it over her shoulder, and kicked him, "If one ingot is missing, I’ll take your life."
Leaving Shen’s bank, she hurried towards the outskirts of the city. Recently, many refugees had arrived outside the city, reportedly from the north, each without food or drink, unable to find work, on the verge of starvation.
Initially, she had wanted to have soone co and distribute porridge, but after thinking of Prince Le, she realized porridge was not feasible; she could only send silver to these people.
Waking them, she didn’t leave until the gleaming silver ingots were all distributed, and only then did Yang Chuxia return to the city.
By the ti she returned to Prince An’s Mansion, it was almost dawn.
However, upon coming back to Prince An’s Mansion, she found Ye Zi’an was not there, but before she could think much about it, Ye Zi’an, clad in black, entered from outside the window.
"Ah, did you go thieving looking like this?"
"Since you, my lady, are robbing the rich to help the poor, I naturally had to follow suit." Ye Zi’an smiled as he approached, "My lady, what you did today was truly heartwarming."
"I kept feeling soone was following behind ; turns out to be you guys all along."
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