THE Lakes of the Chineſes are like their Mountains, full of Rarities. There is a Lake in the Province Fokien, which converteth Iron into Copper ; the water veing very green, we preſume it is full of Nitros ſpirits, and ſo diſcoloured with Coperas, which operates in the converſion of this metal. Another Lake called Chung in the Province of Fokien, hath a greater wonder ; for they report, that in a fair Houſe there erected, as often as rain or a tempeſt is approaching, there is a ſound heard like the ringing of a Bell.
1750s, Frederick Pigou, “Remarks concerning Amoy and Shanghay-hyen.”, in Oriental Repertory[2], volume II, published 1808, →OCLC, page 324:
Of SHANGHAY-HYEN. Shanghay is the name of a City in CHINA, ſituated in Lat. 31° 15'N, it is under the juriſdiction of Song Kyang-fu ; Duhalde mentions it Vol. I. P. 75 ;* the courſe by ſea to Shanghay is to the Northward and Eaſtward of Chuſan ; the Mouth of the River that leads to Shanghay is about 20 miles to the Southward of the Iſland Tſongming. Shanghay is about 60 miles from Suchew : Junks from Fokien continually trade to Shanghay ; as the ShanghayJunks do to Japan.
1880, Herbert Giles (translator), Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio[3], London: Thomas de la Rue & Co., Vol. I, page 300
So he bade good-by to Mr. Chiang, and set off for Fokien, his patron providing him with clothes and shoes, and the people of the place making up a subscription for him. On the road he met two traders in cotton cloth who were going to Fu-chʻing, and he joined their party; but they had not travelled many stages before these men found out that he had money, and taking him to a lonely spot, bound him hand and foot and made off with all he had.
2005 [1980], John J. Delaney, “Capillas, Bl. Francis”, in Dictionary of Saints[4], 2nd edition, Doubleday, →ISBN, page 125:
After ten years as a missionary in Luzon, he was sent to Fokien Province in China as a companion to Fr. Francis Diaz.
In Fokien province there were a deal of hostelries by the roadside and when we reached the Bohea Mountains, which ran like a spine across the north of the region, we knew that we were over halfway.
