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.
Yingzhou was located north of the Yangtze River, surrounded by countless mountains and valleys. Towards the east was the fertile Jiangnan region and northwest of it was the center of the Qing Kingdom, the important city of Jingdou. This province, Yingzhou, was not far from two of the wealthiest areas, and it was also at the crossing of the Wei River and the Yangtze River. Logically speaking, merchants should have be flocking there. The province should look lively and be full of happy citizens.
Yet, the actual Yingzhou seemed to be rather run down. It wasn't that everything was gloomy, or that the houses were old. It was that the people on the street all had on dreary expressions and seemed lifeless. The street vendors were also spiritless. Even the savoury crepes all looked cold and limp.