During the Anti-Japanese War, My Husband Xu Guoshi Was a Blessing

On a rainy night in Nanjing in 1931, Lu Chengzhou held onto his rusty pocket watch—— He has dismantled countless bridge drawings in the 21st century, and now he wants to nail this city into the rivet of history with his own hands. The steel piles of cascade power stations are buried under the Yangtze River. Scrap iron from Hanyang Arsenal is rifled in molds. Even the rut marks of rickshaws hide the coordinates of wartime railways. Some people laugh at him as crazy, but they don't know that he has spent ten years casting an iron gate—— Only on the day the Japs hit him did they discover that the spark in the river was actually a detonator that had been buried for seven years.