My name is Shen Qingyun, and my family all call me Gouwa. In this era, in order to eat a bite of meat, I always thought about the chickens at home. The family needed to send a child to study, and my older brothers cried and shirked, so I entered the private school. I chose short-term study to audit classes and deliberately hid my clumsiness, helped my cousin escape oppression, and got to know Gao Yiming. During rest days, I made a living by selling paintings I drew in my spare time, and later developed a dried persimmon business to support my older brothers' studies, single-mindedly wanting to sell Qingshan Village's persimmons afar.