When he opened his eyes, he was dressed as a refugee from the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his rags were as thin as a bamboo pole. The Yellow Turbans are making a big fuss, and Liu Bei is recruiting troops. I grabbed the old man and asked him for directions. He looked him up and down: Are you going to die with your body? Liu Wu smiled bitterly: He came here to escape famine just to make a living. He walked south, thinking: What if he could survive if he knew something about what happened next?
