"It's over, it's all over, it's over, it's all over...," a Chu Country refugee farmer muttered in despair at the scene before him.
He had just been escorted across a wooden bridge amidst a dense crowd of people, into the territory of the Great Tang Kingdom, where he was greeted by this frightening sight.
Everyone was lined up in a long queue, one after the other like criminals, being directed by soldiers wielding weapons, then queuing up to get their hair cut...
That terrifying kind of haircut! All men were required to have their long hair tidied up—those barbers were like madmen, shearing a person's head clean in just a few strokes.
He swore he had never had his hair cut like this in his entire life, to him, the process seemed more like a landlord's sheep shearing than a haircut.
