On the night our founding patriarch passed away, I tore a corner from his book. From then on, I could tell at a glance how many days anyone had left to live.
The old ancestor lived for three thousand years, all stolen from other people's accounts.
Old Wang from the charity burial grounds couldn't read. He said, "Your family has ten mu of land. If you want more grain, tend your own fields well instead of stealing someone else's harvest."
You can be richer than me, stronger than me, and live longer than me. But you can't take my life.
The accounts can be a mess, but human lives cannot.
All I want is fairness.
