"Once we passed through a town, there was a wealthy family named Zhao. The cattle and sheep in his village were too much to eat, and the gold, silver, and silk in the house were all piled up in a small mountain. The family took the initiative to donate them to the general, just asking for
We don’t kill people. The general agreed at that time, but he drank too much at night and took a fancy to Old Zhao’s grandson. He caught him and roasted him and ate him, praising him for his softness and tenderness. Old Zhao was so angry that night that he belched." He smiled bitterly, "
Later, the local government issued arrest warrants to arrest us, and the officers and soldiers chased us like chicken blood, which made us exhausted. Only then did we know that old man Zhao was actually a high-ranking official the year before last.
Retire your old age and return to your hometown. Unless the local state herdsman arrests you, we will not be able to account for it."
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