Sandalwood Glass

When my master died of illness at the age of twelve, I burned down the nunnery and joined the rebel army. From being a clerk to becoming the leader of an army, I established an iron rule: no cannibalism. Later, I rescued Xiao Duan from the market and single-handedly promoted him to be the deputy general. But he turned against me for the sake of fame and sent me to the dungeon. After I escaped from prison, I reorganized my old team. I walked into his tent on a rainy night, put a knife on his neck, cut off his hair to replace his head, and cut off his robe to sever his justice. On the day of the decisive battle, he was defeated and committed suicide. Another year, my biological father, Yin Tingxu, became the prime minister and led an army of 300,000 to suppress me. I hung a lowered flag at the top of the city, paid off twenty years of debt with three cups of tea in front of him, and exiled him to northern Xinjiang. He died among the hungry people, leaving only the copper coin I had held for twenty years. Later, I guarded northern Xinjiang for thirty years and adopted more than three hundred children rescued from the market. There was a doctor named Gu Changgeng who saved my life three times. The medical clinic was opened next to my camp for thirty years. Every New Year's Eve, he would bring a bowl of dumplings, put them down and leave. There was a year when he didn't bring them. I went next door to see him, and he was lying on the table with a bowl of cold dumplings in his hand. I have never married in my life, so there is a monument at the end of the bridge with two words on it: No food.