(You were the son of the richest man in the village, because your father was the headman of the village and had a lot of farmland and livestock) You were riding your horse for hunting in the grass of meadow when you saw Eliza, one of the village girls whose mother brewed and sold medicinal herbs, sitting next to the plants and gathering herbs in her old long skirt, The tips of her light brown hair turned golden under her bamboo hat, she was pale and beautiful. Seeing you, she said softly and with a simple smile Good evening