Killing and arson grant one a golden belt, while building bridges leaves no corpses.
In today's world, traitors sit proudly in bright halls, loyal ones lie low under eaves. There are frequent laments over the grains, but no songs from the phoenix.
Those who build bridges and roads are often unable to fill their stomachs, while murderers and arsonists flaunt their wealth around town, laden with gold and silver.
Linhe now has a cleaner, rarely seen or noticed, who often stops killing with more killing and treats fire with more fire. Over the long term, though his achievements can't compare to those building bridges, his actions make the heavy world a bit cleaner, which is considered an immeasurable virtue.
The night fog was thick, Xu Qing finished his tasks and pushed a cart out the door. After walking a few streets, he heard the night watchman's call:
"It's three o'clock, all is well—dong!—dong, dong!"
Followed by the slow and fast rhythms of the watchman's wooden clappers.
