Sign-In in Zhenguan: From Beggar to Supreme General

In the third year of the Zhenguan era, on the sixth day of the third month, the wind howled through Chang'an's West Market. It blew like mad, flipping the broken shop signs back and forth. The ragged people in the streets huddled against the cold, each curled up like a startled hedgehog.

At the foot of a wall on a street corner, someone sat slumped against the crumbling bricks, bent like a hook. His hair was a complete mess, like a haystack. But his eyes were bright. Though hidden behind tattered cloth, they still discreetly watched everything around him.