Uncle Three glanced at the row of straw mats on the ground, covered in mud.,Outside, it was a chaotic scene with turmoil and unfamiliar dynasties. At night, some wandering swordsmen would come and go, always at risk of losing their heads. To survive and have a full meal, he sought refuge with his uncle in the city, living a life envied by villagers. He started digging graves to bury corpses from that time on, continuing for three years.,The source of this information was the lingering obsession from the corpse he had touched not long ago, a memory that remained in his mind until his death.。