A modern wood-type superpower traveled through time and became a lame old man with a disfigured appearance in ancient times, Zhao Tiezhu.
He fell into deep thought as he looked at the leaky thatched hut, his emaciated children and grandchildren, and the five acres of thin fields outside his door where even weeds could not grow.
Good news: The wood ability is still there.
Bad news: The power is weak, with only a little ability to communicate with plants and warm plants.
I wanted to live peacefully farming, but corvee labor and taxes were two heavy mountains.
The little grandson gnawed the bark of the tree hungry, and the son's eyes were full of numbness.
Late at night, Zhao Tiezhu touched the scar on his face and hammered his leg.
He thought of a road full of thorns - the imperial examination.
Land, rights, and knowledge are nested layer by layer, locking farmers at the bottom.
If they want to change, they have to change their family. The only feasible ladder for them is the imperial examination.
The road he cannot walk, his children and grandchildren can walk.
So the first step now is to survive and save some money.
Then there is the imperial examination. Although this road is difficult, as long as he is alive, he will be their backing.
