Yixuan took a sip of cucumber soup and sighed afterward, "It was from that person before, and to this day, I still don't know who they are. I thought to myself that I shouldn't accept rewards without merit, and if I knew who was secretly sending over chickens, ducks, geese, eggs, rice, flour, grains, and oil, I'd return it all back to them. But eggs and meat aren't easy to preserve, and seeing they were about to spoil, I had to fish them out of the jars."
The eldest brother looked at Yixuan, "Someone has been sending things?" He seemed to remember hearing about this. For a while, every morning when Yixuan woke up, he found baskets of chicken, duck, and goose eggs outside his home. Sometimes they contained pork, beef, lamb, and sometimes a few taels of small silver pieces, but then suddenly the person stopped sending them.
