"When water seeped out from the cracks in the blue bricks of the ancestral home, Su Xiaoxiao was squatting at the base of the wall eating cold steamed buns. She wiped the water off the wall, and the faded mural of the general suddenly came to life - the blood-stained hand penetrated the paper and grabbed her wrist: 'God, there are only 80,000 people left in Yanmen County out of 300,000 people.'
A modern bankrupt daughter vs. An ancient young general trapped in an isolated city. An ancient Western Han Dynasty painting becomes a life-saving bridge.
When the mineral water bottle banged on the scorched earth, and when the vacuum-packed cake was opened and the aroma of wheat floated out, Su Xiaoxiao knew that——
She is not the lucky one chosen by the gods, but the last spark of fire for 300,000 dead souls.
'Ah Zhao, I brought you drought-tolerant rice seeds today. '
'Axiao, after this battle is over, I will carry you to see the spring in Yanmen County. '
When the horns of the Xiongnu shattered the city walls, when the light of the murals penetrated two thousand years of time, she used modern hoardings to feed the famine, and he used his blood to build a defense line for her - it turns out that the sweetest two-way rush is that I save your people and you protect me. "
