Ma Rufeng hated walking. Yet he was obsessed with writing travelogues. If he could journey across mountains an…
Ma Rufeng hated walking. Yet he was obsessed with writing travelogues. If he could journey across mountains and rivers without taking a single step, he'd gladly ride in an eight-bearer palanquin and dwell in jade towers!
A kind passerby built him a boat. He pounded his chest, promising to immortalize their name in his writings.
When the boat reached the middle of the river and the shore vanished, it struck him that he had never asked the kind soul's name.