Of the nine streets in Chang'an City, eight of them have my Bai family's shop. Everyone says that the Bai family's daughter is rich in half the city, but I, Bai Yueguang's husband, just think that I am not a good person because I am a merchant. But husband, when I love you, you are the white moon in the sky, but when I don't love you, you are just a piece of grass under the moon. Once we were reconciled, I took away all the wealth of my family and waved my sleeves without leaving even a single copper penny. Wearing a cuckold, he was left with a stigma and didn't know what to do, so he had to make a living by selling calligraphy and painting on the street. When we saw each other again, I smiled: Isn't hawking on the street worse than a merchant?
