Yu Mi often hid in corners and cried. Only his grandfather and grandmother tirelessly comforted him, giving him the warmest care in the world and teaching him how to weave bamboo baskets and such...
At the end of every year, they would go to the market together to sell things. Though Yu Mi was young, he was very strong and never let his grandfather and grandmother tire themselves out.
But as year after year passed, the corn stalks grew taller and taller, while they grew shorter and shorter, until he could no longer see their figures.
Yu Mi had no grand ambitions, nor did he know how vast heaven and earth were. He only wanted to stay by his grandfather and grandmother's side, to guard this insignificant patch of cornfield.
Later, he learned that his grandfather and grandmother actually had children. At year's end, they stole his grandparents' savings and even cursed them...
Yu Mi trembled all over and hid outside the house, too afraid to speak. But when he saw the shovel standing beside him, he finally could not hold himself back!
He hefted the shovel and beat them bloody and torn all by himself, their wails rising one after another.
Even as they fled, they kept cursing him as a bastard, a monster, saying that he and those two old things would die miserable deaths.
Yu Mi's entire body shook. His hands were covered in blood, and his eyes were vacant. Yet his grandfather and grandmother did not blame him. They comforted him for a long time instead.
After some more days had passed, his grandfather and grandmother took out a few copper coins from an embroidered handkerchief stained with mud.
Clear, simple smiles hung on their faces as they discussed sending little Yu Mi to town to