Shan

Then, in acknowledging her husband, Jiang Shan: “You are a nice guy,” she says.

Fu Shan was always some stuck on his own intellect, and at that time he thought he could play cards, but he couldn't.

Fu Shan smoked scented and sugared tobacco in a porcelain pipe with an ivory stem.

Fu Shan ain't sure what the old man's idea was, whether it was pure business or not.

But they appeared to think Lum Shan, or me, was a sort financial manager, that managed affairs mysterious.

In olden times the place was unknown, but can be doubtfully identified with A-nok-ta-shan in the annotation of Shui-ching.