The late Ming Dynasty was a time of chaos and turmoil. I was originally a poor farmer. In the years when droughts, locust plagues were raging, and taxes were as heavy as the tiger, even survival became a luxury. Outside the pass, the Qing army's cavalry watched eagerly; inside the pass, although the rebel army was growing stronger, it was also moving forward in a bloody storm. When will peace come to this world? Can we common people struggling on the edge of life and death survive this long night? Let's see how fate will write our story in these "difficult years of worshiping Ming Dynasty" - in the midst of war, hunger and cold, we will explore the dream of peace that is out of reach but never give up.
