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At 6.15 A.M., as the sky was dimly lit, the front door of the Liang Qu household was loudly knocked.
It wasn't a disturbance.
In all of Yixing City, no one was unaware of Liang Qu's status; who would dare to cause trouble at his door? It was Chen Tongmin, the grandson of Chen Zhao'an, who was knocking.
Liang Qu put on his clothes and opened the door.
Chen Tongmin bowed in respect.
"Brother Shui, my grandfather sent me to ask if you're familiar with the ritual procedures and the sacrificial text. You don't need to memorize it, but you must be able to read it smoothly without stumbles," he said.
"Shall I read it once for you to hear how it goes?" asked Liang Qu.
"This… " Chen Tongmin hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "That would trouble you, Brother Shui."
Even though Liang Qu, esteemed as the direct disciple of Teacher Yang, was entrusted with the sacrifice to the River God, he could not be careless.
Doing poorly would still earn the scorn of the townspeople.
