The old man laughed, a sound like gravel grinding together: "Guess what? My father walked into that dungeon with the lives of our entire family in his hands, but when he walked out, he had become a disciple of your great-uncle!"
He held a steamed bun up to the sunlight: "That day, your great-uncle said, 'Brother, smell this bun—isn't it fragrant? Yet out there, so many of our countrymen can’t even find tree bark to gnaw on!'"
Gu Yuan felt the bun in his hand suddenly grow heavy as lead.
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