Liu Si lived his entire life and learned only one word: endure.
Survived the interest of the Green Seedling Law, survived the overwhelming flapping of locusts' wings, and survived the iron hooves of the Jin soldiers marching south.
He wanted to find a wife for his son, to save some money for his grandson, and to keep the Liu family alive in this troubled world.
This is a story about "living".
There is no golden finger, there is no destiny change. There was only the musty smell of old grain, the frayed rope on his shoulders, and the copper coin that was shiny with sweat.
When the prosperity of the Song Dynasty came to an end, when the wind and snow in the north buried the bones, let's see how this humble family, like weeds, used their flesh and blood to carry up a crumbling home.
Dedicated to every ordinary person who has lived seriously in the dust of history.
