The fourth Wen finally managed to calm himself down, only after he rushed all the way to Zhang Xiaohu's small house and saw Zhang Xiaohua sound asleep on the Kang (Heated Brick Bed) with his own eyes. Then, he genuinely relaxed.
Playing with his already sparse beard, he nodded repeatedly, smiling as bright as a blooming flower. He said, "Good, good, good."
Zhang Xiaohu was puzzled by the several praises in a row and didn't know if it was because Zhang Xiaohua was alive or because they saved ten thousand silver coins.
Thinking about the thick stack of silver banknotes, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help but feel envious. That was a huge sum of money! How great would it be if it was his? However, looking at his sleeping younger brother's sweet smile, this happiness made his heart warm. No amount of silver banknotes, not even a mountain of gold, could make him exchange that.
After Wen the Fourth said the word "good" a few times, he stopped talking and stood there in silence.
