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In the second month of spring, the sun is in Kui, the evening arc is in the center, and the morning star is in Jianxing. On the first and second days of the month, the emperor is Dahao and the god is Jumang. The insect is scaly. The note is horn, and the musical scale is Jiazhong. The number is eight. The taste is sour and the smell is rancid. The sacrifice is offered to the door and the spleen. The rain begins, the peach begins to bloom, the oriole sings, and the eagle turns into a dove. The emperor lives in the Qingyang Temple, rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, wears Cangyu, eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.
The world calls Zhou Hou: as steep as a broken mountain.
When a gentleman is about to build a palace, the ancestral temple comes first, the stables and storehouses come second, and the living quarters come last. For all household construction, sacrificial utensils come first, sacrificial tribute comes second, and domestic utensils come last. Those without land and salary do not set up sacrificial utensils; those with land and salary first make sacrificial clothes. Even if a gentleman is poor, he does not eat porridge with sacrificial utensils; even if it is cold, he does not wear sacrificial clothes; when building a palace, he does not cut hills and trees. When a senior official or scholar leaves the country, sacrificial utensils are not overused. The senior officials shall leave the sacrificial vessels with the senior officials, and the scholars shall leave the sacrificial vessels with the scholars.
Han Kangbo was ill and was shaking with the help of a cane. Seeing that all the Xies were rich and powerful, and were hiding in the streets, he sighed and said, "How is this different from the time of Wang Mang?"
Jiang Pushe was young, and Prime Minister Wang asked him to play chess. Wang's skills are not as good as those of the other two, but he wants to compete with them. Let's try and see. The river does not flow immediately. Wang asked, "Why don't you do it?" Jiang said, "I'm afraid I can't do it." A guest nearby said, "This young man is not bad at playing games." Wang raised his head and said, "This young man is not only good at playing Go."
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