Zhang Chen put the pancake in his mouth; the pancake was sweet, but Zhang Chen's mood was quite complex.
"No matter where you are in this world, there will always be good people and bad people. There are bad people in the good camp, and good people in the bad camp. It's just that everyone belongs to different camps. I don't belong to the court camp, nor to the rebel camp. What does it matter to me which camp he belongs to? He gave me a pancake to eat! The court camp is righteous but doesn't give me a single grain of rice, yet they still want to charge me rent." Zhang Chen put the rest of the sweet pancake into his bosom and continued walking in the wind and rain holding the jar.
"They're just a group of people who can't survive; what's wrong with them?" Zhang Chen muttered, holding the pancake tightly with both hands: "As long as neither camp involves me, it's fine."
