Walking eastward from Yanque Town for thirty or forty miles leads to the foothills of Drunk Mountain.
When Liu Zheng was a child, he often went there with his father, old Liu Head. They would either gather firewood or pick medicinal herbs; most of the time it was the latter. This was because old Liu Head was the town doctor of Yanque Town. However, a decade later, Liu Zheng did not follow in his father's footsteps; instead, he apprenticed in the Capital City and returned home as a carpenter.
It had been a very long time since he last visited that place.
The reason wasn't anything dramatic—no traumatic childhood memories, no snake bites, no falls. It was simply because the wood there was unsuitable: too soft, too damp, and full of moisture. It was great for growing medicinal herbs but poor for carpentry work.
