Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Great Grandmasters, Black Market, Riddles
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The snow was still falling when Fan Sizhe finally finished pushing the millstone around for the 50th time. He was breathing hard, pain was everywhere, and he felt he couldn't possible straighten his back ever again. The sweat on his face evaporated and turned white as it met the cold air; it looked as if his entire body was smoking.
"Wipe it off and then change into dry clothes. Otherwise, you'll freeze." Haitang handed him a stack of neatly folded clothes.
Fan Sizhe shook his head bitterly and walked inside to change. A moment later he
came out and yelled, "There isn't even a place to wash—what do I do about the smell?"
Haitang glanced at him and laughed, "It's the middle of winter, the things your brother made haven't been shipped to Shangjing."
Fan Sizhe couldn't help but shake his head again and. "My brother sent me north… but not for you to torture me."