In 1983, ordinary young men Che Laosi and Chen Bajie stepped into the unnumbered military camp. Razors and needles turned into weapons, and they practiced mechanical sewing skills. They accidentally got involved in the secret mission of protecting the dragon veins of the "Furong Guard" employed by the country. The Furong Order in Taiping Town, the pursuit of the Qingjiang Society, and the covetousness of foreign forces revealed the shocking secret of the "Dragon Veins" underground in Taiping Town. From the dense forests of Sichuan Province to the border between Yunnan and Myanmar, from the deep sea of the South China Sea to the global nodes, two generations fought against transnational organizations and careerists with their flesh and blood, using scissors as keys and fishing rods as hidden edges. In the midst of conspiracy, war and the tide of the times, they used ordinary skills to patch up life and death and protect their homeland. Until 2026, the law of the global jungle will reappear.
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This work attempts to hide the stormy waves in the folds of ordinary life - allowing truck drivers and tailors to use mortise and tenon, needlework and a fishing rod to guard a secret related to mountains and rivers. It does not pursue "refreshment", but wants to write about a kind of "resilience": the silent responsibility shown by three generations in desperate situations in the inheritance of "had to". During the creation, I strictly controlled the logic and chronological details, so that every foreshadowing took root and every decision was real. What I hope readers feel most is not the spectacle, but the warmth of the hands clasped in the darkness, and the lonely courage to fight to protect the ordinary. This story is written to all those who believe that "the hero is in the market".
This work attempts to hide the stormy waves in the folds of ordinary life - allowing truck drivers and tailors to use mortise and tenon, needlework and a fishing rod to guard a secret related to mountains and rivers. It does not pursue "refreshment", but wants to write about a kind of "resilience": the silent responsibility shown by three generations in desperate situations in the inheritance of "had to". During the creation, I strictly controlled the logic and chronological details, so that every foreshadowing took root and every decision was real. What I hope readers feel most is not the spectacle, but the warmth of the hands clasped in the darkness, and the lonely courage to fight to protect the ordinary. This story is written to all those who believe that "the hero is in the market".