"My grandmaster is not at home, but even if he were, he certainly wouldn't want me to accept these things. He helped you, not for these."
Wu Yougen looked troubled and said, "But my sister-in-law instructed me that these must be delivered."
Li Zhiyuan suggested, "Deliver them in batches. During festivities, visit as relatives do, bringing a bit each time. The grandmaster would then feel obliged to accept them."
"Alright."
Wu Yougen thought this method was pretty good and agreed readily. Then, he unloaded a square table from the wooden cart.
"This is for Mr. Li. We agreed on it, he likes it."
Li Zhiyuan remembered this table.
When the grandmaster performed rituals at the Wu family, he would sit behind this table to recite scriptures.
Perhaps the grandmaster felt this table was just the right height for him, as his elbow could rest on it while propping his face, making it convenient to take a nap.
