There were only two days left until the eighth day of the seventh lunar month, but Mo Yan hadnât told Mrs. Liang about the master-disciple ceremony yet.
âYanâer, what are the six rituals of apprenticeship the old Mr. Zhao talked about? Are they expensive?â Mo Ling asked.
âThey arenât expensive, and itâs just for good fortune. Celery, for diligence. Lotus seed, to represent your masterâs teachings. Red beans, for good luck. Dates, for quick advancement. And longans, which means merit. Finally, strips of lean meat represent the discipleâs good intentions, and they are used to wrap up everything else.â
âThere should be some in the dried goods shop on North Street. Letâs go buy it! Iâll accompany you for your master-disciple ceremony.â
The master-disciple ceremony should have the parent handing over the child to the master and entrusting them. However, it would be impossible to ask Mrs. Liang to go, so Mo Ling had to go instead.
On the opposite side of the road, Mo Ling set up their stall. Mo Yan hung the framed document on the wooden sticks supporting the tarp, so all their customers could see it.
Just as Mo Yan was about to go to Zhouâs Braised Meat to buy meat, she saw Zhou Liangsheng walking over with something in his hand.
âSister, this is todayâs meat. Today is nonât a market day, so you probably wonât need as much as yesterday. This should be roughly enough.â
âHow much?â Mo Ling asked.
âOne kilogram of smoked meat, and one and a half kilograms of braised pork. The total cost is four hundred dollars, and you can go and reweigh it if you like.â
âNo need.â Mo Ling went to check her wallet, âIâm sorry, I didnât bring any money.â
Zhou Liangsheng smiled and said, âItâs okay, regular customers can run a tab at our store, and they can settle it whenever itâs convenient. My second uncle sells raw meat across the street from our store, so if you want to buy that, I can deliver it too.â
âOkay then, Iâll pay back the money after we finish their day.â
Manager Liang went to observe how their business was going from the doorstep of Shunlai restaurant. They also started selling wraps in their front stall, but they didnât have scrambled eggs or Mrs. Liangâs special sauce. [1]
His was a small restaurant with few customers. The front stall was a large portion of their income. No wonder he was so afraid that his business would be taken away.
It was cloudy today, so they didnât even need to hang up the tarp. As expected, business wasnât as good as it was yesterday. At noon, they closed shop and went to the dry goods store in the street together.
They bought a few longans, dates, and lotus seeds. Then, they asked shopkeeper Zhou to save a little lean meat for them tomorrow. They already had red beans at home. And finally, theyâd buy the celery tomorrow so it didnât wilt.
Mo Yan quietly hid the things she bought back the house. Those are easy to hide, but the celery they had to buy the next day was long and fragrant, and hard to hide.
To be on the safe side, Mo Yan bought a few more celery the next day, saying that it was going to be fried, and then quietly hid two thin stalks.
In the evening, Mo Yan and Mo Ling went to the threshing field. Mrs. Liang sat in the main room making her shoe soles, and smelt celery wafting from the two sistersâ room. At first she thought it was because she handled celery and the smell was left on her hands, but when she smelled her hands, there was no hint of celery!
Feeling like something was off, she entered their room. Following the smell, she found two celery stalks under the quilt on the kang, tied together with silk threads.
âWhat are they doing?â Mrs. Liang muttered, and took the celery to the kitchen, planning to make it into salad tomorrow morning.
After returning from the threshing field, Mo Yan lay on the kang and found that the celery was gone.
She ran to the kitchen and saw that the celery was indeed there. It must have been mum who found it and brought it here. Unable to take it back to the house, Mo Yan hid it on the cart.
In the morning, Mrs. Liang got up to cook, thinking of using those two celery stalks in salad, but she couldnât find it. After passing the cart, the distinct smell of celery wafted out, and when Mrs. Liang looked inside, she found it.
This time, she realised that her daughters were hiding something from her. She didnât cut the celery and put it on the dining table whole. When Mo Ling entered the kitchen, she immediately saw it, âMum, where did you get the celery from?â
Mr. Liang slapped the table and said, âI want to ask you, why are you two hiding celery? Itâd be understandable if it was a treasured delicacy, but itâs just celery!â
âWe want to go to the Zhao family manor, to thank Mr. Zhao.â
âWhat kind of gift is two pieces of celery!â
âItâs more than two celery, there are other things.â
âSuch as?â
Mo Ling couldnât conceal it anymore and decided to tell the truth âMr. Zhaoâs father is the old storyteller, and Yanâer wants to become his disciple. This is for the master-disciple ceremony.â
âYour parents should bring you to that. Why didnât you tell me? With just the two of you, people might think you donât have any parents!â
âMother, youâre not objecting?Donât you dislike Yanâerâs storytelling?â
âI donât like her storytelling, yes, but it doesnât make me lose money. If she worship Mr. Zhaoâs father as her master, then weâll be related to the Zhao family. In the future, we wonât have to worry about where to sell our medicinal herbs.â [2]
âThen are you willing to accompany her?â
âWhy not, they have to treat us well when we go! We wonât be at a loss. But it seems insufficient to only bring these, and people will say that weâre ignorant. We should prepare something else. Why does the old man like?â
âWhen we went, he was feeding birds and drinking tea in his courtyard.â
âItâs appropriate to send tea, but we donât have much money, so we canât buy good tea.â
Mo Yan had come back some time during the conversation, and stood at the kitchen door, âMum, donât worry about it, Iâve already prepared a gift for the master-disciple ceremony.â
Mrs. Liang looked up at her, âWhat have you prepared, then?â
âTheir living conditions are better than ours. The old man has no worries about daily necessities, and he lives very comfortably. His biggest wish is that his skills can be passed on, so I think his favourite thing is storytelling. I decided to prepare a story for him.â
Hearing that there is no need to spend money, Mrs. Liangâs face brightened, âOkay, letâs change our clothes and go!â
The mother and daughter changed into clean clothes and combed their hair carefully. Mrs. Liang did Mo Yanâs hair into double buns, which was usually only used at the New Year.
She put the six ritual ingredients on a tray and carried them into the village, so that everyone in the Zhao family manor would know that the old Mr. Zhao had accepted an apprentice, and her family knew the rules and etiquette.
Fortunately, it wasnât far away, and Mo Ling helped Mo Yan hold the tray. She gave it back to Mo Yan after they entered the Zhao family manor.
Some people saw them while on the road, and they all wondered what it was doing. Few people in the village understood what they were doing.
The children in the village were even more curious, and they all came to ask what it was for. Mrs. Liang replied on behalf of Mo Yan, âItâs the old Mr. Zhaoâs apprentice, here to greet her master.â
When the children knew what was going on, the whole village would also know. Not long after they entered the village, the Zhao family got the news.
Mr. Zhao happily ordered his children and grandchildren to get ready.
Post-edit notes: To be honest, I completely forgot about the master-disciple ceremony.
[1] Imitation is the most sincere form of flatteryâ¦
[2] I was surprised, but I probably shouldâve been considering Mrs. Liangâs mercenary nature.