Wei Tu sat on a stone outside the stables, took out a dry tobacco pipe from his waist, stuffed some dried tobacco leaves into the brass pipe bowl, lit it with fire paper and puffed a few times.,He drew a bucket of cool, refreshing well water. Wei Tu drank a few mouthfuls, filling his stomach with satisfaction. Then he raised the bucket and poured it over his bare chest, enjoying the sensation of coolness spreading all the way to his tailbone.,It is known that traditional culture has the saying of "fate."。