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That year and month, deep in the Qinling Mountains, there were many ruthless bandits who committed all kinds of evil. The Qin family and the enemy family are both big families in the border village. They have a feud for generations because of the "public gambling convention" where they gambled money, land and women. Qin Baye bet his beautiful daughter Qin Xiang to revenge, but he was defeated again. Because Qin Xiang ran away from home, Qin Baye had his fingers amputated, so he could barely fulfill his bet with Qiu Baye. On the way to escape, Qin Xiang accidentally ran into a bandit's den and was forced by Wang Huzi to become the wife of the village. After knowing a lot of secrets about Bianzhuang, Wang Huzi led people to raid the bridal chamber at night on the day Qiu Baye married Mrs. Six, stole a lot of silver and took the opportunity to bully Mrs. Six, causing her to hang herself from a beam that night. The hatred between Qin and Qiu families further deepened. Although they are sworn enemies, the Qin and Chou families have always been at odds with the bandits. When they jointly suppressed the bandits, Master Chou was unfortunately shot to death. After losing their backbone, the wives of the enemy families began to scheming and plotting against each other. Unintentionally, the fourth wife discovered that the eldest wife had an affair with the eldest housekeeper, and overheard the secret of how the enemy cheated at the "public gambling meeting" and caused the Qin family to lose or lose. After being brutally beaten and kicked out of the house, the fourth wife took advantage of the bandits to take revenge on her family. When Bianzhuang faced banditry again, the third wife of the enemy family used her sincerity to turn the feud between the Qin and Qin families into friendship. The young lady of the enemy family and the young master of the Qin family fell in love with each other and got married during the joint suppression of bandits. The two families also formed a blood alliance and abandoned the bad habit of "public gambling", and finally created a legendary story...

In the peripheral vision, homesickness is a small stamp, a narrow boat ticket, a short grave, a shallow strait... In Xi Murong's eyes, homesickness is a clear and distant flute that always sounds on moonlit nights; it is a kind of vague longing, like waving goodbye in the fog... No matter where the world is, or what night it is, homesickness is always a sincere and objective existence. Whether it is the hometown China that you and I have always missed, or these nostalgia notes written one after another during the journey, just so that in the years of non-stop running, we can often relive the beauty of the years deep in our hearts, and look back at the peace of our hometown...