To my Bro: Bro, how've you been? Back home, I had money I couldn't even spend. I was bored out of my mind! Big…
To my Bro:
Bro, how've you been?
Back home, I had money I couldn't even spend. I was bored out of my mind! Big mansion? Bought it. Grand carriage? Got it. Revelry Hall? Been there... I got sick of all those fancy things ages ago. Do you know the pain of having too much money? It's downright suffocating!
But coming to the Nine Mortal Ways is a whole different story. The people here are all so talented, and they speak so nicely. I freakin' love it here.
Take the day before yesterday. A guy in rags, leaning on a crutch, told me his five brothers and dad all died in battle, his sisters-in-law were taken to the army camp and never returned, leaving an eighty-year-old mother and a bunch of nieces and nephews to feed. He asked if I could help. Hearing that, my eyes welled up with tears, and I gave him a huge handful of coins. The guy was so happy he threw his crutch away and ran off, hollering: "The great benefactor gave me money!" Man, a warm heart truly can awaken medical miracles!
I counted. In the days I've been at the Nine Mortal Ways, I've helped 28 Nine Mortal Ways disciples, spending a total of 1.08 million coins. Bro, the folks at the Nine Mortal Ways really have it rough!
There's just one thing that rubs me the wrong way. A few days ago, I kept getting love letters at my door. Some Nine Mortal Ways disciple named Fan Qicha kept calling me "big bro" in the letters, saying things like, "Big bro, want to date this little kid?" Seeing how sincere they were, I agreed. But when we finally met, I found out it was a burly, broad-shouldered dude! I was so mad I ran away instantly. Swindle my coin if you must, but don't play with my heart!
Bro, I'm hurting! Say no more, come find me at the "Money Hole" in the Nine Mortal Ways. I'll give you all my remaining coins. Just come keep your bro company and chat for a bit, boohoo!
Yours, Fang Xu