On the sixth day of May in the sixth year of Tianqi, I saved a person under the Xuanwu sect.
My name is Shen Daniu, a native of Shandong. I set up a pancake stall at Caishikou and dealt with vendors and lackeys all day long. Mr. Chang San is a clerk at Liu Ke Gallery. He is a regular customer and he adds two extra eggs every time. He says it is a waste of time in the yamen.
I was busy working at the stall that day, and it suddenly got dark. It's not as dark as when the sun sets, but so dark that you can't see your fingers. Then there was a muffled sound, and the ground turned over from under his feet.
By the time I crawled out of the rubble, half of the market entrance was flat. I didn't care about anything else and ran towards Xuanwumen - my pancake stall was gone, so I had to see if the city gate building was still there.
When I ran closer, I saw that the city gate building was tilted half way, and there was a young man standing underneath, covered in dirt, looking up stupidly. A young eunuch beside him was tugging on his sleeve and crying.
I looked up and saw, boy, a beam above was falling down.
I cursed and rushed over to throw him away. I received a strong blow on my back. The pain was so painful that I could see stars in my eyes and lay on the ground for a long time without being able to get up.
The young man came over and looked down at me.
Later I learned that his name was Zhu Youjian, the younger brother of the current emperor, and he lived in Prince Xin's Mansion. In two months, he will no longer be the King of Faith.
And I, Shen Daniu, said goodbye to the pancake stall at Caishikou and stepped into the wind, sword and frost sword of the last seventeen years of the Ming Dynasty.
That fall under the Xuanwu sect put me in the history books for the rest of my life.
