When I arrived at the Qingya Sub-court in Linzi, the place was noticeably emptier than usual.
The students of the Academy bathed every five days, and today was their day off.
But it was not peaceful.
Jiang Wang hadn't even entered the courtyard when he heard the old headmaster's voice, full of grief and indignation, "Withdraw, how can there be another withdrawal?"
Then came Xu Xiangqian's voice, full of righteous confidence, "This is what I rightfully deserve, merely taken a little in advance. How could it not be withdrawn?"
Salary, in this context, refers to dried meat. It is generally used to denote a teacher's remuneration.
The old headmaster's voice trembled, probably with anger, "Preposterous! You've been withdrawing against your salary for thirty years ahead!"
"Do you doubt my loyalty to the Academy? Won't I spend my lifetime here? Or do you think I won't live for another thirty years? Are you cursing me — such a promising young man in his prime?"
