Zhu Yu thinks that a hero should have unparalleled martial arts skills, a chivalrous bone and soft intestines, and a handsome figure. But when I met Guichen, I realized that this stingy old man with a pockmarked face also called himself a hero. The hero enslaved her to brush the donkey: "Now that you have eaten my food, you can do whatever you want." The hero also scolded her for being ugly: "She looks just like an over-pickled radish stick." The hero saved her life: "I blame me for forgetting to read the almanac when I go out, and just meddling in other people's business." The hero said nonsense: "I will keep you for two more years, and when you look like a man, I will sell you to the old widower to renew your relationship." But it was not until Yangzhou City that she discovered: This old man has never tricked anyone. From then on, Zhu Yu took good care of the man's food and clothing, riding the horses in front and behind with caution. But I don't want the breeze to fly away and the hundreds of rivers to flow, and it will easily become a lifetime. Once I met a hero, I spent ten years in the wine industry.
