Under the dim sky, the mountains and rivers of the late Han Dynasty were in pieces, like a broken painting that had been smeared by years and wars. The eunuchs were in power, the court was filled with smoke, loyal men were killed, or retired to the mountains and forests. Government orders were erected and private gates were established. Selling officials and conferring titles was common. Exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes were weighed on the shoulders of the people like ox hair. As a result, people were devastated, starvation was everywhere, bones were exposed in the wild, there was no rooster for thousands of miles, and the people were in dire straits. The world was on the verge of collapse, as if a building was about to collapse. I was mistaken for Zhang Jiao's accomplice, and I smashed their prince general Xiang Meng with a rebar in my hand.
