At the fifth quarter of Mao Hour, when dawn had barely begun to break, Liang Qu's front gate was pounded with loud bangs.
It was not someone coming to make trouble.
Throughout Yi Xing City, no one was unaware of Liang Qu's status. Who would dare come to his door looking for trouble? The one knocking was Chen Zhaoan's grandson, Chen Tongmin.
Liang Qu threw on some clothes and opened the door.
Chen Tongmin cupped his hands.
"Water Bro, my grandfather sent me to ask whether you're familiar with the sacrificial procedures. And the Sacrificial Text—you don't need to memorize it, but you must read it as smoothly as possible. There absolutely cannot be any stumbles."
"Want me to read it for you once, so you can hear how it sounds?"
"This..." Chen Tongmin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Then I'll trouble you, Water Bro."
When it came to sacrificing to the River God, even Liang Qu, as Master Yang's personal disciple, could not afford to be careless.
If he did poorly, he would still be cursed and spat on by the villagers.
Of course, if he did well, they would praise him to the skies. He would become a notable figure in Yi Xing City—there were advantages and disadvantages to that.
Though he had been exhausted when he returned home last night, he had still forced himself to recite it more than ten times. He believed there would be no problem.
Liang Qu and Chen Tongmin stood facing each other as Liang Qu recited the Sacrificial Text.
"River God above, I borrow the land of Yi Xing City and stand by the waters of the Jiang Huai River. Bearing all that the people entrust, gathering all that the people hope for, I lead the populace in paying respects