Great Tang Idyll – v1-c035

A Slap In The Face & A Sweet Jujube

Idler’s Note: I translated the chapter’s original title of “Yi Ge Ba Zhang Yi Tian Zao” (一個巴掌一甜棗) literally even though the meaning of it is essentially “A Carrot and A Stick” with the slap in the face standing in for the stick and the sweet jujube (Chinese red date or zao/) replacing the carrot in the Chinese version. Hopefully, readers will understand my translation choice.

By the way, I’m following nyleva’s suggestion who was kind enough to take the time to give me feedback so I’m going to make an update post in the Novel Translations subreddit for the first time. It’ll be cool since I can get to see the translator flair that they gave me next to my username there. XD I don’t know if it’s a good thing to do on a regular basis though since it would be adding another task on the list of things I need to do when I release a chapter… But we shall see how it goes. It might not be such a chore though it is not automatic like Novel Updates which seems to update on its own whenever I come out with a new chapter so I don’t really have to worry about it on my end. Unless it’s a kind reader who’s doing the update manually there? Anyway, the subreddit is another community devoted to following and discussing novel translations in general if any of you are interested.

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Song Jing-gong basically didn’t heed Zhou Xihu but first respectfully said to Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang: “Milord, you [honorific] please sit.”

Waiting for Cheng Lingxiang to smile and nod as he sat, Song Jing-gong then looked at Zhou Xihu who was standing there with a face filled with arrogance: “Mister Zhou, please sit too. To have Milord Magistrate sit in accompaniment today, Zijin is much honored. Waiter, have your noble store’s signature dishes served up.”

At this time, Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang was inwardly enjoying this. Just now, Zhou Xihu’s attitude as if he hadn’t even actually seen him made him feel like his face had been overshadowed.1 He secretly thought that this Zhou Xihu really was too ignorant.2 What about your uncle [pater-junior]3 being 6th rank? If I really sentenced your case, would your uncle [pater-junior] still dare to overturn the verdict?

Song Jing-gong was not bad as he knew who the main focus was, being quick and easy when giving money. From now on, he’d definitely need to take more care of him.

Zhou Xihu also discovered that he himself had been a bit too impetuous just now and had forgotten to give greeting. Uncle [pater-junior] had said not only once before to be respectful in front of this county magistrate. It was all this oil-selling Song Jing-gong’s fault. If it weren’t for him, how could he forget to first speak with the county magistrate?

Thinking of this, he looked at Song Jing-gong with more and more anger. After putting on appearances by pouring tea for the county magistrate, he then didn’t even wait to ask Song Jing-gong again as he said: “Mister Song knows what I want, right?”

“Zhou Xihu, if you still speak thusly to me, I’ll let you be unable to gain anything whatsoever.” Song Jing-gong’s face had darkened at this time.

“You, you dare directly speak my name and dare to speak like this to me? Don’t forget—there’s still a patient who’s still down from eating your oil, ~ne.”

Zhou Xihu stood up in one bound. In this Sanshui County, he had never seen anyone who’d dare speak like this to him.

Song Jing-gong smiled slight, sedately and leisurely taking out a sheet of paper from his person before casually throwing it out in front of Zhou Xihu. With one look, Zhou Xihu was dumbfounded. The words written on the paper, he didn’t recognize any one of them. He hadn’t learned them since childhood as he hadn’t even memorized the Thousand Character Classic.

“Uncle Cheng, you [honorific] help me read it.” Zhou Xihu had no recourse and could only hand this sheet of paper over into the hands of Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang.

Cheng Lingxiang took the paper and slowly read out loud: “I am that person who is specifically responsible for selling the oil. Because that person who pretended to be poisoned from eating the oil had a grudge against me, they therefore came over feigning illness to frame me. I knew that the situation wasn’t good and afraid of being retaliated against, could only leave Sanshui County to seek a living elsewhere.”

“See? Zhou Xihu, the employee I temporarily hired had a grudge with that person of yours who’s feigning illness and they’ve already been scared away now. You claim that your brother4 grew sick from eating the oil, then why did the family of that brother of yours not report it to the officials?” Song Jing-gong waited until the county magistrate was finished reading before he unhurriedly began to speak.

“Maybe it was that employee of yours with a grudge against my brother who intentionally poisoned it, ~ne.” Zhou Xihu didn’t think that Song Jing-gong would reverse the accusation back5 at him so he could only argue by picking and choosing the reasoning.

“Unh, that’s also possible. Then, have your brother report it to the officials and have the authorities issue an arrest warrant.6 That employee was hired by me at the last minute. I wasn’t clear on his background details, either. That vegetable oil of mine’s already been sold to half of the restaurants and inns in the entirety of Sanshui County as well as to the mansions7 of various noble personages.

Zhou Xihu, you can continue finding people to fake being sick. I’ll withdraw all of the oil tonight. If those hotels ask about it, I’ll definitely tell them the truth—that Sanshui County’s Zhou Xihu can’t be provoked so I’m selling the oil to other prefectures. I don’t know if that uncle [pater-junior] of yours who’s helping our prefecture’s governor can still control me then?”

Song Jing-gong didn’t even spare a glance at Zhou Xihu, gazing at the autumn scenery outside the window while making veiled threats.

Zhou Xihu was really afraid. Not only was he afraid, Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang was also afraid. When he thought of so many of Sanshui County’s hotels uniting to exert pressure added on top of those noble personages who’d grown accustomed to using vegetable oil, if they really did begin to question him, it would be quite troublesome.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xihu discovered that he himself couldn’t put forth any pressure. He couldn’t possibly complain to the officials to issue whatever arrest warrant. Even if it were issued, it’d be no use, ~ah. Song Jing-gong had gotten himself out of it since at most, he’d be guilty of being a bad judge of character. If he really did sell the oil elsewhere, how much less taxes would this county receive?

“How about it, Zhou Xihu, have you thought it through?” Song Jing-gong followed up with a question.

Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang felt that the person behind Song Jing-gong was indeed formidable. With such an action, Song Jing-gong now had no problems whatsoever. As for himself, he’d accepted that money so whatever else, he also had to help with the exoneration. Staring at the state of the ink marks on this paper, it had been written well in advance. They really had predicted the events beforehand.

But right now wasn’t the time to speak of this as he still had to be the peacemaker8 so he had to talk of something else.

“Xihu, ~ah, it’s not Uncle [pater-senior] criticizing you but you didn’t even clear up whether it really was poison here, ~ne, and came over to look for trouble with Zijin. This really isn’t good. If it were anyone else, they might have already filed suit against you at the Yamen [Govt. Offices]. By then, as an uncle [pater-senior] here, I wouldn’t be able to so easily say anything, either. Hurry up and talk it over with Zijin.”

Zhou Xihu was just now worrying about the consequences of this matter being found out by his uncle [pater-junior] there, ~ne, so seeing that the county magistrate was purposefully helping out, he didn’t dare make any more trouble. He feared those people who’d already retired9 to this county finding issue with him after not being able to use the vegetable oil. If it weren’t for the vegetable oil being so good, why would he come up with this sort of plan anyway?

At this time, the only thing that could be done was to not let Song Jing-gong sell the oil elsewhere so forcing a smile, he said: “[Older] Brother Zijin, I’m really sorry. It’s all Brother’s fault for being deceived by others at one point. I had thought, ~ah, with so many people simultaneously eating the oil, why was it that just one person got sick? With Zijin’s words, I only just now understood. So I ask for [Older] Brother Zijin’s forgiveness.”

“Well said, well said. From this matter, it can be understood that [Older] Brother Zhou10 is also a man who speaks of righteousness.11 The matters of the past will be overlooked from this point on. I’ve observed that [Older] Brother Zhou has an impressive demeanor and is certainly not of the common ilk. This Song has a recipe on hand that can cause edible sugar to change color. If [Older] Brother Zhou has a wish to, this Song is willing to [Older] Brother Zhou jointly go into business.”

Song Jing-gong, seeing that the other side had admitted defeat, according to Little Mister’s instructions, it should now be the time for promising rewards. So while he spoke, he took out an oil-paper parcel from within his sleeve and gently opened it to place on top of the table.

“This is… sugar?” Zhou Xihu looked at the white stuff in the middle of the paper and exchanged an uncertain look with the county magistrate as he asked. Then, reaching out a finger to dab a bit to place inside his mouth, he rapidly blinked: “It’s sweet! It really is sugar. How was it made to look like this?”

“[Older] Brother Zhou speaks correctly. This is sugar. This type of sugar and that type we originally ate each have their strengths.12 If considering flavor, it is this sugar that’s a bit better. If it’s for medicine, then that original kind will be required. Wonder if [Older] Brother Zhou is willing to do this business?”

Song Jing-gong asked, his face covered with a smile.

“Willing, of course I’m willing—this business is good, ~ah! That recipe, I’d previously had done some… After that matter or whatever—[Older] Brother Zijin is still willing to do business with me?”

Of course, Zhou Xihu understood how much profit could be had from selling this stuff. He was just about to consent when he’d recalled how he’d previously wanted to extort them. At this time, would they still do business with them? So in his heart, there was such regret, ~ah.

“For [Older] Brother Zhou to speak like so is wrong. That matter [Older] Brother Zhou didn’t know of either and we were all deceived. I saw that [Older] Brother Zhou had such a sense of justice and would certainly be able to do great things from now on. It’d be too late if I wanted to curry favor by then so why reject [Older] Brother Zhou’s heartfelt intentions?” Song Jing-gong spoke according to Little Mister’s instructions.

Zhou Xihu was in the midst of his excitement while Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang looked and listened on to the side as the sweat dripped downward. This was that person’s hand, ~ah. In the beginning, that pressure was only a portion of it as there was hitting and pulling13 so that they could directly gain the notice of a 6th ranked official. Even he, this 7th ranked county magistrate, had been utilized. Such fine calculation.

The most terrifying wasn’t this though but that person had already known that it would be like this. Could it be that when selling the vegetable oil, they’d already thought of this step? Otherwise, why not open a store? Song Jing-gong was managing two stores over here, ~ne. They gave 100 silver taels just like that so did they lack those several dozen taels of money to buy a store with? The smaller a booth was, the more easily it’d be bullied by people.

What Cheng Lingxiang most wished for was to meet that person behind Song Jing-gong. He finally witnessed with his own eyes what devising strategies inside the command tent to decide victory from 1,000 li [mile] outside was. Moreover, so many things had all been come up with by that person. That must certainly be a reclusive14 elder who would sit under a tree when idle to sip at the tea in their hand as their eyes gazed far into the distance; still like a mountain, moving like a thunderclap.

Song Jing-gong was also thinking of the words Little Mister had spoken. When the final object was revealed, that one surnamed Zhou would have a foolish appearance while the county magistrate would be disturbed in mind—it had actually all been predicted by Little Mister.

Zhou Xihu indeed had no heart or spleen15 and basically didn’t over-think it that much. With thoughts of using this sugar to make a fortune for himself in the future and getting his parents’ praise, especially in getting the acknowledgement of his uncle [pater-junior], he felt like his body was filled with vigor as he grabbed a bit of sugar to stuff into his mouth.

“Zijin, you talk—how should the money made be split?”

“However [Older] Brother Zhou wishes to allocate it, it should be allocated. Even if [Older] Brother Zhou wishes to monopolize it all, I will still hand the recipe over to [Older] Brother Zhou.” Zhou Xihu asked in haste so Song Jing-gong also replied with nimbleness.

Zhou Xihu deeply inhaled two breaths and was about to speak when Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang suddenly interrupted: “Xihu, why don’t you thank Zijin? The money gained from this sugar in the future will definitely be a lot—why not divide it 50-50? If you can’t decide, then go ask your uncle [pater-junior].”

Cheng Lingxiang knew Zhou Xihu, this child. He really dared to take their recipe for free and get all of the money for himself. But if he really did that, then the results could be imagined. The person behind Song Jing-gong would be disappointed and would then discard this route. Besides, there was also him as the county magistrate here so they might even discard him as well.

Yes, discard. Don’t look at him being a county magistrate—he still feared being discarded by this kind of person. With that person present, he could go begging if he had an issue. But if you were discarded, who would you go begging to?

Song Jing-gong laughed. He felt like the greatest strategic decision he’d made in this lifetime was to cross that bridge, even if he’d regretted crossing that bridge before. He really didn’t know what words to use to label Little Mister. Little Mister had said before that even if the one surnamed Zhou didn’t know the limits,16 the county magistrate would also speak up to help out. To follow this type of calculating person, what else could he ask for in this life?

“Why is Zijin laughing?” Cheng Lingxiang was puzzled.

“My house’s Little… That person said that Milord would definitely handle it like so.” At this moment, Song Jing-gong seemed to have entirely changed in a transformation from the inside and out; with a reserved attitude and erect posture, that kind of loftiness had already penetrated from the exterior appearance into the bones within.

Zhou Xihu simply had no room to ponder what the two of them were talking about as all he could think of was his future outlook after getting rich. So to Magistrate Cheng Lingxiang, he said: “Uncle [pater-senior] speaks rightly. I’ll return here and write a letter to Uncle [pater-junior].”

After speaking, he then turned his head: “[Older] Brother Zijin, I’ll go back first today. Tomorrow, I’ll invite [Older] Brother Zijin to the Hundred-Flavored Pavilion next door to drink wine.”

After Zhou Xihu had left and the food had also been served, Song Jing-gong picked up the chopsticks: “Milord, since the food has arrived, then let’s eat. If it can’t be eaten, I’ll box it up to take away. That person at the manor hates those who order a bunch of food without eating it the most.”

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26 thoughts on “Great Tang Idyll – v1-c035

  1. [That must certainly be a reclusive elder who would sit under a tree when idle to sip at the tea in their hand as their eyes gazed far into the distance; still like a mountain, moving like a thunderclap.] XD

    Awesome verbal exchange and translation… Thanks a lot

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  2. Thank you for the chapter. Hope you are feeling better.

    Not sure if its automatic but if it is than maybe try posting the updates on mangaupdates for more exposure, A lot of novels show up there as well.

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    • Ah, thanks for the suggestion. I’ll consider it.

      Right now, since the Reddit update has to be manually done, I should try to see how that works first before adding more. Trying not to do too much stuff that gets in the way of translating since I already have a full plate juggling my freelance work too.

      P.S. I am feeling better and resting up a bit over the weekend should help too. But I am probably just going through what anyone with work complains of. 😛 It’s just my freelancing means it’s a bit more volatile is all.


      • Once it’s exposed to reddit readers, then some of them tend to make the post themselves if the TL doesn’t do it right away.

        With that said, if you didn’t know, there’s a browser plug in called ‘Reddit Enhancement Suite (RES)’. There are various uses that I’m not experienced in, but I know of one that would be helpful for you. At the bottom of the reddit post is a button called ‘source’. It lets you copy an old post, then you can paste it in a new post and just update the chapter links. Makes everything much easier to update for new chapter releases.

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      • Thanks for the tip! I’ll look into it! 🙂

        I will try to be good about the Reddit updates in the future though it’d be cool if a reader does update posts. I don’t mind whomever does it since I don’t particularly care about karma. I do worry that if I do the update post that people might wish to post replies on Reddit and I won’t be responsive since I don’t really go on Reddit that much. Well, it’s just something to get used to checking every so often.

        P.S. I emailed you at the address you use to comment under since I had no other way of contacting you in private.


  3. Ah, I wish I had money to donate. Alas, school and groceries are expensive, no? But seriously, I understand Song here. Serving under a brilliant leader is just as satisfying as being the big shot. You get to be proud of yourself for choosing someone good to serve, and to be proud of the one you serve. The fact that this is all being done legally is sweet too. Little Xiaobou and Wang Juan, you guys are cool!

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    • Don’t worry about it. 🙂

      LOL, yeah, Song Jing-gong will be forever relieved that he chose to serve Xiaobao instead of waiting for Xiaobao to lose patience and destroy him. Everyone in Tang dynasty China is so lucky that Xiaobao is really patient and has good intentions.

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