The Bandit's Knife, the Jinshi's Pen

My grandfather Chen Heihu was the most powerful bandit leader in the Taihang Mountains, but he snatched the wrong sedan chair. Sitting in the sedan chair was Zhang Yanqing, a new academician who was supposed to marry the daughter of a wealthy businessman. "Is it the wrong thing to tie? Then I will serve as a prison guard!" Grandpa Ancestor slapped the gavel into the Jinshi's hand. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yanqing's sister rushed up the mountain with a knife: "Let my brother go, I will take his place!" Ten years later, a school was set up in the bandit's den, and the Jinshi's account book recorded the grains of Manyi Cang. My grandfather became the only principal within a hundred miles. And the ghost head knife that my grandfather used to have is now hanging on the wall of my grandfather's coal mine office. The coal boss's grandpa always nags when he's drunk: "Boy, do you know how rich your family is?" I shook my head, and he pointed at the knife and laughed: "The mines stolen by Black Tiger and the accounts settled by Inkstone are all flowing in your veins!"