As you open the door leading outside your apartment, fresh morning air makes you remember everything clearly.
You are Li Wu, one of the craftsman caste, and the trade you learned since you were a child was clothesmaking. You cannot afford your own shop; instead, you have rented a stand at nearby market, which is one li south from your house.
You are well known in the neighbourhood as accomplished and rather wealthy clothier, dealing in linen and silk alike. You live in a two-story house; the top floor, with its three rooms, is all yours. The ground floor is occupied by the elderly couple of pharmacists.
You look around from the staircase on the city around you, the tall wooden houses were built in neat, orderly rows along the streets. Chraftsmean and peasnts roam the streets, going about their business, as you see various peddlers advertising their merchandise.
And then you see them - the pair of bald monks in orange and brown clothes, walking down the streets. It's funny; you remember visiting the newly constructed 'White Horse Temple' at the city's outskirts to sate your curiosity about this new religion, 'Buddhism'. It's not more than five years since that temple was finished and the buddhist monks are almost everywhere by now. If not for the glorious Emperor Ming, they wouldn't be here.
You aren't particularily keen on those fancy religions, but you aren't very devout worshipper of ancestors either. After all, there so much work to do each day that you barely have time to visit the shrines.
You are sure you have something to do today; Lady Ping still needs her silken dress to be finished, and selling some linen clothes at the market wouldn't hurt; you managed to make quite a handful of them last week. Still, you have moved to the city just few months ago; there's still lots to see...
So what do you do now?