The cold wind in the first year of Chongzhen swept away Chen Qiuye's last stability.
His father died suddenly, the family property was robbed by his second uncle, the cold looks in the ancestral hall, and the dirty work in the ledger all told him: In troubled times, truth is as light as a feather, and fists are the hard currency.
But Chen Qiuye refused to accept his fate
Squire's favoritism? Perfunctory by the government? He has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
Taking back the property and house is only the first step for Chen Qiuye. Seeing the war in the north gradually raging and the refugees in the pass spreading everywhere, he knew that the chaos in the world had just begun.
Rather than drifting with the tide in troubled times, it is better to be a chess player.
Reader comments
To be born as a time traveler, the first thing to know is when and where you are. Even in the third year of Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty, you still took the woolen yarn test. The innate advantage of time travel is modern knowledge. The world is in chaos and the dynasty is about to change. When gangsters and bandits gather talents, build high walls and accumulate food to slowly become king...
To be born as a time traveler, the first thing to know is when and where you are. Even in the third year of Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty, you still took the woolen yarn test. The innate advantage of time travel is modern knowledge. The world is in chaos and the dynasty is about to change. When gangsters and bandits gather talents, build high walls and accumulate food to slowly become king...
It's still pretty good-looking.