At three in the morning, Wei Tu checked his biological clock, rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up from the kang bed, put on a coat in the dark, and went to the stable outside to light a lamp and start feeding the horses.,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.,“These warriors relied on blood and bravery in their youth, being ferocious and aggressive. Once they grew old, hidden injuries surfaced, often leading to a violent death. Few lived to the age of sixty.”。