A certain scholar from Yishui County was studying deep in the mountains. That evening, sitting alone, two beauties gracefully entered, smiling but silent. Each extended a long sleeve, sweeping the cot clean, and then settled down beside the bed.

Presently, one beauty rose and stood, drawing a silk scarf from her bodice. She unfolded it and laid it upon the small table.

On the silk were three or four lines of cursive script, wild and magnificent, but the scholar’s ink supply was meager, and he recognized not a single character.

The other beauty produced an ingot of silver, perhaps three or four liang, placing it also upon the table. At the sight of the gleaming silver, the scholar’s eyes lit up. Without a moment's hesitation, his hand moved like the wind, swiftly tucking the ingot into his sash.

The two beauties exchanged a glance and laughed, "Utterly vulgar."

Their words concluded, they swept out and departed.

The scholar reached into his pocket, only to find the silver had vanished without a trace, utterly gone.