Turbulence in Yanbei

“My name is Jiang Huai. I was born poor and had nothing. I should have rotted in the mud, but the fire in my blood drove me to climb higher.” A person’s origins do not determine their whole life. You can think of this as an autobiography, a memoir, or a novel. Some things may have been fated long ago, but some people have never been willing to accept their fate. Good people have their own way of living, and rotten people have theirs. Different paths call for different ways.