The boss of the boat, Wu Laosi, squatted on the stern of the boat to mend the fishing net, and told her with a toothless grin: Sixth sister, my son is getting married in the spring. The girl is from Lijia Village outside Shouchun City. She can make tofu and is a human being. You have to come to the wedding banquet. She said yes. Three days later his throat was slit. She knelt on the deck, only two steps away from his body, and said to him in her heart: Fourth brother, I drank your wedding wine for you. The tofu made by that girl must be tender. The background of this article refers to the Northern and Southern Dynasties. The stories and characters are fictional and not official historical records. It is for reading and entertainment only.
Intention: Those who refuse to bend in troubled times each have their own perseverance