My friend Bi Yi’an is a free, easy-going, optimistic and straightforward man. He is also fat and has a thick beard. He is well-known among men of letters. When his uncle, Bi Jiyou, served as a prefect, he often visited him at his villa.
When a farmer was weeding the fields, his wife took lunch to him in a pottery jug. After he finished eating, he put the jug in the field. In the evening, he found the left-over porridge in the jug was gone. Such strange things happened several times and the farmer grew suspicious. He kept…