C469 A Golden Wind and a Jade Dew

When I was done, I called my uncle. I wanted to ask him where on the river there was a place to eat, drink, and live. Ever since his mother died, his uncle had vented his anger at the old man, thinking that the old man had killed his mother. Over the years, I was the only bridge between our two families, and I was the main link.

After my uncle heard what I said, he curiously asked