Jordan wrote:Edit: He mourned for Yang Yong, a close friend, for three days. That's a pretty far cry from a month or year.
19. Once Zhuge Liang himself was checking account books. Yang Yong (楊顒), the jubu, came straight into the room and admonished him, "In administrative matters there is a certain system; the superior and the inferior should not encroach on each other.
"I beg to draw Your Excellency an analogy from housekeeping. Now there is a man who lets his slave plow the land and his female slave take charge of cooking, lets his cock herald the dawn and his dog bark away burglars, lets his ox bear heavy burdens and his horses walk long distances. Each does the assigned work without negligence, and whatever is sought is fulfilled. A happy expression on his face, the master of the house has nothing to do but enjoy peaceful sleep, drink and eat. Should he one day wish to take charge of all these matters in person and refrain from committing his affairs to these agents, thereby burdening himself with all these petty things, then his body will be exhausted and his mind fatigued, and he will end with nothing accomplished. Is it because his intelligence is inferior to that of his slave and female slave, his cock and his dog? It is because he has neglected the proper status of the master of a house.
"That is why the ancients said that one sits and discusses the Way--referring to Kings and Dukes--and that things are put into practice by regulations--referring to the work of state officials.
"Hence Bing Ji did not make inquiries when he saw a man lying dead across the road, but was worried over a panting ox; Chen Ping did not want to know the total sum of the state revenues in cash and grain, saying there were officials who were in charge of it. These two really were men who knew well the different duties pertaining to different positions. In the administration of state affairs, Your Excellency in person checks the account books, perspiring through the length of the day. Is this not too much toil?"
Zhuge Liang thanked him. When Yang Yong died, Zhuge Liang wept for him for three days.
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