Pei Wen fell to his death from a cliff. His sworn enemy, Fang Fuliu, had built him a cenotaph, and rumor had it she spent a fortune on it.
So Pei Wen scraped together five hundred taels and paid her back.
To his surprise, she rolled her eyes and said it wasn't enough.
Pei Wen: ...N-not enough?!
He squeezed his eyes shut, steeled himself, and shouted, "I don't have money, but you can have my life. Go ahead and kill me!"
Fang Fuliu couldn't be bothered to do it herself. She was still waiting for Pei Wen to pay back the three qian of silver he'd owed her for ten years.
Otherwise, why would she have bothered collecting his body?
A short story
Theme: Striving for a better life
