Chen Mo never thought that an accident would throw him and his dog Tiedan into a completely unfamiliar ancient world. When he stepped on the rough loess road with his bare feet, the T-shirt with cartoon graphics on it looked like an alien among the coarse linen clothes. The language barrier was like an invisible wall, completely cutting him off from this era called "The Great Yong Dynasty". There was not a penny in his pocket, and he was as hungry as a drum. Only then did he truly feel how much blood and tears of the lower class people were hidden in the four words "people are in dire straits" that are understated in history books.
Fortunately, there are still iron eggs around. This Chinese pastoral dog, which he nicknamed "Iron Egg", was rubbing its wet nose against the palm of his hand, whimpering low in its throat. In this alien world where human life is at stake, this sob has become Chen Mo's only solace - it is his last connection with the past world, a partner he can lean on for warmth in the cold night, and the most reliable assistant when he is struggling to survive. Tiedan's alertness allowed them to avoid hungry wild dogs, and its sense of smell helped them find the hare hidden in the crevices of the rocks. Even the sound of "Tiedan" that sounded particularly weird to the ancients became proof of Chen Mo's stubbornness in not giving up in desperate situations.
