Chapter 1387: At the Wine Table
Chen Ping'an was carefully weighing candidates for several vacant posts. Bingzhou's Dao Unification would soon be placed on the Great Li Dynasty's agenda, and the matter touched the foundations of the state. He had to weigh the advantages and disadvantages again and again, and seek a wide range of opinions from the various ministries and offices. After all, whether the right person was put to a wrong task or the wrong person to a right one, those who truly bore the consequences would never be the men beneath those official hats.
Taxes on brushes, rent for inkstones, accounts of words, debts incurred through books; cultivate oneself, order one's family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world.
Guo Zhujiu poked her head around the study door. Without looking up, Chen Ping'an beckoned. "Same old rule. Come in and read, but you can't take the books away."
Guo Zhujiu stayed outside the threshold and spilled the whole story like beans from a bamboo tube. "Master, Master! Chen Yi actually came out of his room and found me. He said something strange: ancient fist arts were divided into civil and martial forms, and I could learn them too. Then he asked if I wanted him to teach me that—Jumping God."
Chen Ping'an could not help smiling. As the Great Shaman in charge of sacrifices, Chen Yi was not performing one of today's tricks for fooling people. His was a genuine means of making offerings to the gods and communing with heaven and earth. The sacrificial rites humanity would observe for ten thousand years to come had begun there.
He looked up with a smile. "As long as you don't think it's embarrassing to learn something Sister Pei refused to learn, go ahead."
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