"Rich farmers and wealthy households, after three generations of farming and studying, only hope to produce a scholar. Otherwise, they marry the daughters of landowners and merchants."
"With support, they're less likely to sell their assets in times of disaster, thus paving the way for further advancement."
"We have all come this way."
"Indeed!"
"Just as reason dictates."
"..."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Medicine isn't sought at the door, and teachings aren't lightly passed on." Seeing Zhang Mingrui's dejected expression, Fang Zheng whispered:
"The Daoist also mentioned that everyone has their own karma and cause; protecting this physical body of ours is enough."
"As for the outside world..."
"Let flowers bloom, let trees bear fruit, leave it be."
Zhang Mingrui looked up.
"Young Master Fang's words indeed possess zen wisdom."
He smiled, looking toward the door:
"It's raining."
"Yes." Fang Zheng turned his head, his gaze serene:
"It's raining."
