At the end of the Han Dynasty, people were dying of hunger all over the country, but the Su family managed to rely on their land talent to produce four stones of grain per mu. If this number was spread, it would be enough to kill everyone three times. I squatted on the ridge of the field to finish my calculations and decided to imitate Lu Su in spreading my wealth and buying a name to find a potential stock to be my boss. I looked up at the sky and thought silently to the year 192 A. D. A plume of smoke and dust rose up from the loess road in the distance. The leader's horse stopped at the head of the field. He lowered his head and glanced at the basket of freshly harvested wheat at my feet. Without saying anything, he took off the wine bag from his waist and threw it over.
