The village leader Zhang Defu was in the middle of his dinner when he saw Grandpa Gen arrive. A bit nervous, he ran outside his house and greeted him. "Grandpa, you can send me a letter if you want to tell me something. You don't have to walk all the way here."
"I want to talk to you about Jian." Hands behind his back, the 70-year-old Grandpa Gen walked into the yard. He had carried cannons and survived fatal battlefields. The authority he acquired from being a soldier had been entrenched into his blood. Even when he had turned old, he was still intimidating.
The villagers didn't know how, but they felt that Grandpa Gen was awe-inspiring, and they respected him.
Zhang Defu invited Grandpa Gen into his house and asked his wife to leave. He sighed, "I'm afraid that Ye Jian has been suffering numerous grievances about which we don't know for all these years."
