Teaching Skills at the Posthouse, Longevity Dao Rhyme Passes On the Craftsman's Heart

In the middle stretch of Thoroughfare Dao stood a newly built posthouse named Qingfeng Posthouse. Though it was not large, it had been kept clean and orderly. It contained guest rooms, a dining hall, and a spacious courtyard for passing merchants to rest and store their goods. After visiting the villages of Black Stone Ravine, Shen Hao brought Zi Xuan to Qingfeng Posthouse.

The posthouse magistrate was a middle-aged man named Wang Laoshi. When he saw Shen Hao arrive, he hurried out to greet him and respectfully bowed. "Welcome, Common Lord!"

Shen Hao waved a hand and smiled. "No need for such ceremony, Posthouse Magistrate. I merely came to see how the posthouse is doing."

Wang Laoshi promptly led Shen Hao through the various parts of the posthouse. The guest rooms were furnished with clean bedding, the dining hall carried the fragrance of food, and the goods in the courtyard had been stacked in neat rows. Shen Hao nodded and praised, "Not bad. The posthouse has been managed very thoroughly."

Wang Laoshi smiled honestly. "We have done everything according to the Common Lord's instructions. It is only that our posthouse cooks are rather mediocre. The passing merchants all feel that the food does not taste very good. Also, our attendants do not know how to repair carriages. When a merchant's carriage breaks down, we can only watch helplessly."

Hearing this, Shen Hao's heart stirred. He looked at the busy attendants in the posthouse, then at the several carriages parked in the courtyard, and pondered for a moment. "That is easily handled. I can have the cooks from the Dao Academy come here to teach cooking, and have disciples skilled in carpentry and blacksmithing teach them how to repair carriages. That way, the food at the posthouse will become more fragrant,