There Is a Tofu Mountain in Jianghu

In the last years of the Daxuan Dynasty, there were natural and man-made disasters, conflicts among the powerful families, and foreign enemies surrounding them. Xu Wujiu, the most notorious dandy in Lingzhou City, the young master of the Yunmeng Chamber of Commerce, loved two things in his life: tofu and watching the excitement. One day, onlookers were watching the fight between salt lords in the street, but the sugar man was knocked over by Shi Xiaole, a refugee boy who was running for his life. "Pay up!" Xu Wujiu grabbed the opponent's ragged collar. Shi Xiaole stuffed half a piece of tooth-cut mine tuna with his backhand: "I'm poor, this is all I have." That night, the sound of breaking tiles was heard from the roof of the Hou Mansion. In order to steal half a bag of rice, Shi Xiaole stepped on the ceiling of Xu Wujiu's warm jade soup pool. The young master with wet hair looked at the stunned young man and said, "You're pretty good at it. Who dares to fight with me? Steal my father's caravan's food reserves to go to disaster relief." Shi Xiaole wiped his face: "Do you want to take care of the food? Just take care of the food." From then on, the dandy young master and the starving mining slaves formed the most unreliable combination in history to rob the rich and give to the poor. Until one day, Xu Wujiu scooped up a spoonful of rice at the disaster relief porridge shed and found that the rice was mixed with star pattern steel sand specially supplied by Yunmeng Chamber of Commerce... On Shi Xiaole's waist, a dusty Canglong Jue was faintly burning.