It was because of the rotten scheme by the newly deceased Fisherman Zhu Dachui that, in the end, Tao Yuanming—who had developed comprehensively in morals, intellect, physique, aesthetics and labour, but who'd found himself somewhat unsuccessful in the officialdom—then went down to the grassroots to experience life and express his sentiments freely, in search of poetic inspiration—was brought into the 'Heaven' of the dead, Peach Blossom Forest, by some relatively 'despicable' methods which, in their view, were quite gentle.
This more 'humane' method was... kidnapping.
"Look, we can talk about whatever demands you have; there's really no need to go to extremes," said the handsome, dashing—cough, cough, cough—upright poet, trying to reason with these 'kidnappers'. To tell the truth, in this moment, he was also utterly rejecting the idea inside; why, oh why was fate treating him like this? Hadn't he recently been experiencing nothing but bad luck? Was he really just cursed?
