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The Prodigal Son

Wang Pushe was expelled by Yin and Huan in Jiangzhou, and fled to Yuzhang, where his life and death were uncertain. When Wang Sui was in the capital, he looked worried and distressed, and his living and eating habits, as well as everything else, were all deplorable. People at that time called him a filial son.

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Huan's chariot was in Jingzhou, and Zhang Xuan was the attendant. They were sent to Jiangling. On the way, they passed by Yangqi village. Suddenly, they saw a man holding half a small basket of raw fish. He came directly to build a boat and said, "I have fish. I want to send them to make sashimi." Zhang then moored the boat and took the fish in. When asked his surname, he said he was Liu Yimin. When Zhang Su heard his name, he treated him with great pleasure. When Liu knew that Zhang had received the order, he asked, "Are Xie An and Wang Wendu both good?" Zhang wanted to talk very much, but Liu had no intention of stopping. After the sliced ​​​​fish was served, he left and said, "I caught this fish just now, and I saw that there should be sliced ​​​​fish dishes on your boat, so I came here." Then he left. Zhang then chased to Liu's house and set up a banquet for him, but he was not clear about the purpose. Zhang Gao was a man who had no choice but to drink it. As they were drinking together, Liu stood up first and said, "We are now cutting reeds and should not stay for long." Zhang had no way to keep him.

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