Gao looked at the man’s hollow eyes. "I have no horse," he said. "But I have half a bowl of millet porridge and a blanket woven from nettles. You are welcome to both."
Gao stepped between them. "This man is not a soldier anymore. He is a guest in my house. In the Tang Dynasty, even a criminal who shares your salt is your brother." tang dynasty good man
That night, the corrupt governor’s men arrived. They were hunting the deserter. They kicked down the door of Gao’s hut and found the soldier hiding beneath the altar where Gao kept his ancestor tablets. Gao looked at the man’s hollow eyes