In the winter of the 16th year of Chongzhen, Lu Qinghe, the son of Nanjing Hanlin, witnessed his family being raided and his father imprisoned. He was reduced from a well-clothed scholar to a dock coolie. When Feiyu's clothes were torn apart by Sven, and when the fragrance of ink mixed with the smell of sweat, he used his scarred hands to support his family's livelihood in the dust of the water transport terminal, and solved the dilemma of survival with the wisdom in the classics and history - Using the principle of leverage to move heavy objects, using warehousing rules to resolve officialdom difficulties, and in the gap between refugees and soldiers, the physics in the "Mo Jing" and the medical techniques in "The Rites of Zhou" were refined into a blade for survival in troubled times.
When the world collapsed, he witnessed the brute force of the dock bullies, the brutal plunder of the Qing court's hawks, and even caught a glimpse of the truth of power in the shadows of public trials and prisons. From copying Zhao Mengfu to drawing dock defense plans, from reciting poems and writing countermeasures to instigating rebels against the refugees, Lu Qinghe shed his scholarly skin and wrote a biography of a lonely minister in the dust with his hands calloused by blood in the wind and snow in the south of the Yangtze River and the fishy waves of the Qinhuai River - there were no high speeches in the court, only the fragrance of medicine in the ruined temple, the blood stains on the springboard, and a grim epic of a literati reforging his character on the ruins.
