Outside Rudong City’s markets, there was a small and ordinary noodle shock.

The shop’s owner was called Zhang Sanliang, a vegetable farmer a few years ago. However, later on, after saving up a bit, he set up this shop. This forty something year old man was honest, normally of few words, only drinking two or three when he did drink, the noodles he served also just happened to be three taels. [1]

“Forget it, I’m done.”

Just like before, he was properly kneading the dough, but suddenly, he instead slammed the dough on the counter, shouting in a bit of an angry manner.

“What are you suddenly getting angry out of nothing for?”

His wife was a middle-aged woman who wore a cotton-padded jacket with patches added, her sleeves rolled up while boiling noodles. She was given a fright, at this time scolding in annoyance.

“Who knows what kind of major event will happen again? What if we start fighting again, if there are Great Mang barbarians who slaughter their way over again… Making noodles day in and day out, what is the meaning in this?”

Zhang Sanliang looked at the dough in front of him with an overcast expression, as if this dough was the Great Mang Army that left all of them with unease, that left them all so fretful.

When all of the street neighbors who were waiting for their noodles suddenly heard him say these words that sounded like he wanted to suddenly close shop, they immediately felt unhappy, starting to shout that they wanted to eat, that for better or for worse, he should first finish cooking all of their noodles before closing...