Such were the words of a jack of all trades.
Zheng Fan put down the bowl in his hand, cupped his hands in salute to the old man, and said,
"Your words have been instructive."
"Is there nothing the esteemed guest would like this old one to divine?"
"Didn't you just do that?" Zheng Fan asked.
"That didn't count."
Zheng Fan nodded but said, "There's nothing I want to have divined."
Seek wealth? He had no need to. Seek talent? He had seven at home. Seek a higher official position? He was already an official, and the chests in the convoy ahead were filled with stepping stones for his career. Seek marriage? With Siniang by his side, Zheng Fan was quite content.
