In the Governor Mansion of Xiangrong County, the Prefectural Governor Zhuang Chong was drinking and enjoying the plum blossoms with several favored officials and poet friends. Naturally, composing poems was a part of the enjoyment. However, everyone was somewhat lacking in enthusiasm today, and after only three rounds of poems, many found themselves creatively exhausted.
An elderly local scholar couldn't hold back any longer and was the first to speak: "Lord Zhuang, what is the origin of this Southern Military Affairs? How have they come to levy taxes upon us? Their people came to my door a few days ago, and I gave them a cold shoulder, but those people left after making some fierce remarks. This doesn't seem like official conduct; more like that of bandit barbarians!"
