Outside Jingzhou City, a carriage was racing.
Zheng Fa lifted the curtained door of the carriage and praised Gao Yuan, who was driving, "I didn't expect you to have the skill to drive a carriage!"
Gao Yuan, swinging his whip to speed up the horse, smiled back, "Among the Six Arts of the Gentleman - rituals, music, shooting, chariot driving, calligraphy, arithmetic, while others learned calligraphy or shooting skills, my father made me learn to drive."
Zheng Fa admired him even more. "Your father truly carries an ancient elegance. There aren't many scholars learning to drive these days."
The Six Arts are, after all, a somewhat ancient concept, and chariot driving was truly not something many scholars cared about.
"Uh, my father probably didn't think of it that way," Gao Yuan grinned, "He used to say, learning other things is a waste of money; if I cannot excel in studies, at least I have a skill to make a living!"
"Your father indeed has... the wisdom for survival."