At that time, my grandfather was only a teenager, and the story of Dong San, a ruthless bandit who had been in Huluzui in Northeast China for more than 20 years, started from that time.
More than a hundred years ago, a generation of heroes covered the sky with one hand. He once swore a poisonous oath that he would never bow his head again in this life, and would only care about the world of wine and meat, and the fast horses in the world...
