A gentle Chinese bedtime story about New Year night. Mother folds eight old coins into red paper and slips the packet under her child’s pillow. Then she tells him the old tale of the small shadow called Sui, the red light, and a long peaceful sleep. Short sentences and the old Chinese custom of the lucky money.
A general with no land and no plan walked three times to a thatched hut in the hills, in the snow, to ask a young farmer for help. The third time, the farmer was asleep, and the general waited. This is the Chinese idiom 三顾茅庐, from the Records of the Three Kingdoms.
A farmer of twenty-six laid out the future of a divided empire for a general who had nothing. It was the last time in his life he was an unknown man. For the next twenty-seven years Zhuge Liang kept that conversation, through a broken alliance, a deathbed promise, five marches through the mountains, and an army camp on the Wuzhang Plains where he read every punishment case himself until he worked himself to death. This is his story.
A young man lives all alone in a little house by the river, and every evening he comes home to a cold stove. Then he finds a big green snail and keeps it in a water jar – and one day, warm meals begin to appear. A gentle Chinese bedtime story about a small house that stops feeling empty.
On 22 August 1870 the governor-general of Liangjiang was stabbed to death in the street outside his own office in Nanjing. The assassin was caught on the spot and gave three different motives over eight months of interrogation. The official finding was that nobody sent him. One hundred and fifty years later, that finding is still the problem.
On a full autumn night, a grandmother and her granddaughter sit in the yard and find a small shadow on the moon. That shadow is a white rabbit, and it is pounding medicine for children who cannot sleep. A gentle Chinese bedtime story about the tree that never loses its leaves, and two moons – one in the sky, and one in the water jar.