"Dad, come look! Master Chen of Cyan Heaven is performing a miracle!"
In Ruyi District, within a dilapidated courtyard, a child of six or seven, dressed in a worn-out short tunic, looked up at the sky and shouted.
"Yes, yes, Master Chen made the grain prices fall so our family could have food to eat. Master Chen is a Saint, of course he performs miracles every day.
You just have to face the Inner City each day and bow once to show your gratitude for Master Chen's kindness."
Kong the bamboo weaver, a lame man in his mid-twenties, sat under the eaves, busily weaving a bamboo basket as he reminded his son with a smile.
Kong the bamboo weaver had his craft to support himself, and with his wife laundering and starching cloth for a fabric shop, the silver coins they earned were barely enough to feed the family, but they managed to get by.
However, with the recent explosion in grain prices, the Kong Family's life had suddenly become difficult.
