In the ninth year of the Republic of China, the territory of Hunan was divided by warlords and banditry was rife. The city of Changsha is full of lights and feasting, but as soon as you leave the city gate, you will find grass and grass everywhere, and there are people dying of hunger on the road.
It was night and it was raining heavily. The water surface of the Xiangjiang River was riddled with holes from the heavy raindrops. A black-topped boat struggled in the center of the river, like a falling leaf. Standing on the bow of the boat is a young man wearing a long green cloth gown. He is about twenty-five or six years old. He has a tall and straight figure and clear eyebrows. He remains unmoved despite the wind and rain.
