In the first year of Zhenguan, Han Yu, who had transmigrated into the mountains to hunt, accidentally saved a person called Old Li.
Old Li was a good man. He insisted on letting Han Yu go back to Chang ’an with him. Not only did he give him a shop on the street, but he also insisted on betrothing his daughter to him.
"Han Yu, Guanzhong is suffering from a drought, what should we do if the people are displaced?”
"Old Li, don’t panic. I have a million dans of grain here that I can lend to the Imperial Court for disaster relief.”
"Han Yu, who do you think is more suitable to be the crown prince among the current Emperor’s sons?”
"Well, I don’t think much of it!”
"Han Yu, the Turks are attacking. How do you think we should deal with them?”
"Give me an elite troop and I can capture Jie Li Khan alive!”
When Han Yu returned triumphantly, Old Li brought the civil and military officials out of the city to welcome him.
"Han Yu, I’ve laid my cards on the table, I’m actually Li Shi Min!”
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