Plunged a thousand years back, I’m a blacksmith, earning my keep to the clang of the hammer. For now, I’ll keep my edge sheathed and ask the chaos of this age for a bowl of tea. Dian the Mighty can lift a cauldron; I’ll call him little brother and keep him close. In Marquis Wen’s camp, we call each other brothers, while the cold light of the Sky Piercer Halberd shines. Guan Yu wants a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, so I’ll have to think carefully about tempering the steel. I’ll earn his goodwill and leave myself a way out: honor among outlaws is worth more than gold. I secretly refine saltpeter and sulfur, but power depends on making enough. If only I had TNT, I’d blast my way to the ends of the earth. I sneak into the palace amid the chaos and steal half a bag of gold from the treasury. Born low, I can’t get through the front door, so I take to the hills and become king of the outlaws. I don’t rob the poor, only merchants; my business is better than the government’s. In chaotic times, there’s no other way to survive: keep your head down until the dawn breaks.
The way to survive in chaotic times: don’t show off or rush ahead. Be like a piece of red-hot iron, soft when you need to be, hard when you must.
Careful planning and careful writing of masterpieces
The chapter restores the ancient writing style, and the writing style is much stronger than the modern fast food writing style. Not bad👍