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In 1931, the 20th year of the Republic of China, after a ruthless flood, in this bustling metropolis, the coachmen, horsemen and small traders who relied on their hard work to make a living suffered. In order to make a living for the family, they were busy leaving early and returning late, and it was difficult to escape the predicament. However, there are also lucky ones among them. Li Qingshan, a distant cousin of my father, is one of them. At that time, he was twenty-two years old, a loyal and honest man, and he came to the city from the countryside and asked my father to guarantee that he would rent a rickshaw for him. Li Qingshan was used to farm work. With his good frame, he could earn a few dimes a day by pulling a foreign cart. In addition to paying for the car rental and paying for food and drinks, he could also bring two foreign dollars back to his family every month. For him, this was a great job. On every fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, he would buy my father a bottle of wine and several boxes of Hardman cigarettes. Whenever Li Qingshan is mentioned, his father always calls him "a good person."