Today a slash, tomorrow another slash, and after a few days, yet another slash…
They don't even let you catch your breath—it makes people hopeless forevermore.
Just like, after much hardship, one year you finally have a good harvest, but the price of grain drops, the taxes rise, harsh officials squeeze you harsher than ever, and even the local gentry and landlords are left weeping, utterly helpless.
Or say, after much difficulty, you finally gain scholarly honors, believing you can rise above the common crowd from now on.
Yet who would have thought that a mere licentiate means nothing at all.
No magical power, no divine abilities—taking even one step higher is harder than hard.
You suffer humiliation from your classmates but dare only to be angry in silence, for their family's status far surpasses yours. Even if they were to beat you to death, your family would have no door to seek justice…
The farmer loses field and grain, eating at the mercy of Heaven's will.
