Inside of a small yellow earth courtyard was a grape trellis.

Below the grape trellis was a woven straw mat.

An ordinary looking scholar who had a thin beard was currently sitting on the woven straw mat, his age in his thirties, eyes shining as he sifted through some bamboo slips.

The clothes he wore had already been washed to the point where they were bleached white, with quite a few areas that were patched. In the bowl next to him was a piece of half eaten dry bread. The small courtyard made from yellow earth only had a single water jar filled with clear water, inside of it floating a gourd ladle. The two huts in the courtyard that were similarly made of yellow earth didn’t seem to have much wealth either, clearly an underprivileged household.

However, from time to time, he was entranced, occasionally smiling, extremely calm, not at all unsatisfied with this type of livelihood.

With a groan noise, someone pushed open the batten door.

It was an elder dressed in an ordinary sackcloth gown, in his hands an old wooden walking stick.

This elder’s figure was short and small. The right side of his face seemed to have had its cheekbones shattered, and even though it already recovered, it was slightly indented, leaving behind a sunflower-like scar. In addition, his left leg was limp, even with the wooden walking stick’s help, his gait was still a bit unsteady.

When he turned his head and saw that it was this short, elderly man who entered, this poor but upright scholar immediately stood up, greeting him with a smiling face....