The Industrial Revolution of the Great Ming

The mighty Yangtze flows east, its waves washing away heroes.

Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in a blink.

The green mountains remain as they always were; sunsets have blazed red countless times.

White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the riverbank have grown used to autumn moons and spring breezes.

How pleasant it is to meet over a pot of rough wine.

So many things, past and present, are now just tales to laugh over.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.