The Tale of the Umbrella
At three minutes to midnight, the vault guards in the rainstorm saw a green bamboo umbrella. The moment the umbrella bone turned, eighteen coins broke through the air and were precisely embedded in their danzhong points. When the black shadow swept over the eaves, a note floated out from the treasury of Yangzhou's richest man: “Take 8,000 taels of silver and exchange it for half a month's gruel for the starving people in three counties.”