The next day,
When he got up in the morning, Lu Zhi attended to Jiang Hao as he dressed, washed up, and ate breakfast. She was so attentive that she was practically one step away from holding the bowl and feeding him herself.
Once everything had been settled, Lu Zhi changed into men's clothing and stood prettily before Jiang Hao. She gave a slight bow and said with a smile, "Greetings, my lord. Zhi'er is going to get to work now. I will not fail the task you have entrusted to me."
Jiang Hao nodded. "They say men are the great and mighty ones, but women need not yield to men. I believe Zhi'er will not disappoint me."
Upon hearing the words "women need not yield to men," Lu Zhi froze. She murmured the phrase to herself several times, then looked at Jiang Hao with shining eyes. "What you said is wonderful, my lord. I fear only you in all the world would say such a thing. Everyone else merely says, 'Women and petty men are difficult to deal with. Draw them close and they become disrespectful; keep them distant and they resent you.'"
After Lu Zhi left, Jiang Hao shook his head slightly.
'Women and petty men are difficult to deal with. Draw them close and they become disrespectful; keep them distant and they resent you.' Women and men of poor character were both difficult to get along with. Get close, and they would push their luck; stay distant, and they would badmouth you. Jiang Hao felt Confucius had nothing wrong there.
Take May 20th, for instance. Another batch of men had suffered.
They were unhappy if they received no gifts, and unhappy if the gifts were not to their liking. But who the hell said May 20th had