It was still dark before the rooster crowed, and ink leaked through the cracks in the broken wooden window. Liu Bei sat on the hard bed and rubbed his dry eyelids. The man who responded a little softly a while ago kicked the door open. If he pretends to be dead this time, he may have to sleep on the street. He grabbed a piece of coarse cloth, dipped it in cold water and wiped his face with it. He shivered with excitement, picked up the pole and pushed open the creaking door. There was a dark shadow standing outside the fence. He was suffering from night blindness and could only wait for the villagers to gather together. The torches illuminated the dirt road and the procession marched towards the county seat. The day started with selling straw sandals.
