Erythrina Flower Affair

Quanzhou in the Southern Song Dynasty, on a moonlit night. A sixteen-year-old camp prostitute was pushed in front of a room full of dignitaries and asked to calculate thirty-seven accounts for leaving the port - if she couldn't calculate, she would serve the wine tonight. She didn't touch the abacus. Half a cup of tea, the number one hundred and eleven, exactly one penny. Then she turned over a page of the account book and said: Sir, there is a deficit of 1,600 yuan. Dead silence. That night she offended the entire Quanzhou officialdom. Three days of torture, forcing her to frame the only person who had helped her. Her answer was only one sentence from beginning to end: Folk women don't paint. In the cell, an old woman whose hands were dyed indigo bandaged her wounds and said something - "A broken hand can still grow, but a soft bone will never harden again." Later. She invented a kind of cloth that could be soaked in sea water for three days without breaking. She took in a group of unwanted women and turned weaving into arithmetic. She defeated the largest wealthy merchant in Quanzhou and established a thirty-six-ship merchant alliance. Thirty-six sails were embroidered with tung flowers. On the day it sailed out of Quanzhou Port, the streets were empty. The old fisherman on the pier said: Thirty-six sails, and the sails are decorated with flowers. It took her fourteen years. From a camp prostitute to "Mrs. Citong". But the story is only half over here—— The Mongolian cavalry went south, and Pu Shougeng rebelled against the Song Dynasty and surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty to massacre three thousand clan members. She led four hundred people to weigh anchor at night and sail to the unknown sea.