Ye Jiangnan opened a shop.
Its customers were all very strange.
There was a three-year-old girl,
an eighteen-year-old beggar,
a thirty-year-old monk,
a forty-year-old emperor,
a fifty-year-old Daoist,
a sixty-year-old...
a seventy-year-old...
and even people over a hundred years old...
The customers were all odd: children, youths, middle-aged people, and the elderly, each one stranger than the last.
The three-year-old girl: “My grandpa is Li Shimin!”
The eighteen-year-old beggar: “My father is Huang Yaoshi!”
The thirty-year-old monk: “My disciple is called Sun Wukong!”
The forty-year-old emperor: “My Great Qin will last for all eternity!”
The fifty-year-old Daoist: “This zombie...”
