When the morning drums of Chang'an City broke the 54th morning fog, Li Mo was squatting by the drainage ditch of Zhuque Street, using dead branches to draw the water marks of last night's heavy rain. The sundial on his chest suddenly became hot - this was the first time the subway card in the original world resonated with the time enchantment of Chang'an City.
In this world cut into 54 classes by the "Nine Heavenly Thought Barrier", the fate of children from poor families has long been engraved on the brick patterns on the walls of the houses: the watchman in Sichen Lane will always be a watchman, and the weaver girl in Brocade Square will be a slave for life. Even under the locust tree of the Imperial College, the motto "There is no poor family among the best" is engraved.
But Li Mo knew that the nine-dimensional code hidden in the words of "Zhenguan Politicians" was waiting to be deciphered as the key to changing destiny. From the single inscriptions in the Sundial Courtyard to the threads of fate of Vega, from the cracks in the bronze mirror of the admonishment platform to the secret words in the foundation of Chang'an City, he will bring the fire of thinking from the original world to this ancient capital where "knowledge is class" and embark on an unprecedented path of breaking through walls.
This is not a counterattack by one person, but a collective awakening of 54 classes. When every ordinary person can understand the weight of time between the rising and setting of the sun, find the compass of knowledge in the fragrant bamboo slips, and see the mark of growth in the sweat and soil, the wall of thinking that has spanned thousands of years will eventually collapse in the nine-dimensional resonance.
Let's see - the nine dimensions are the warp, time and space are the weft, weaving the counterattack of the poor children; concepts are the blades, and the stories are the armor, splitting the thousand-year-old ice solidified by class.
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