C278 A Guest in the Middle of the Night

As the voice goes, a man whose age cannot be determined, with messy hair and beard, he was wearing a tattered Daoist robe, and his right hand was waving a broken palm-leaf fan. With a large dark red gourd in his left hand and a pair of worn-out cloth shoes, he leisurely and comfortably walked into the courtyard door as if he had just returned home. He appeared in front of everyone