Dressed as the sickly and frail son of a salt merchant, I ran away overnight carrying my father's inheritance.
I wanted to be a rich second generation with peace of mind and watch the Mongolian cavalry conquer Lin'an.
Unexpectedly, Jia Sidao, the fat and white prime minister in the court, suddenly came to the door with his account book and asked for an audience: "Doubling the salt? Hoarding rice and speculating on coins? Mr. Li is really my great Song Dynasty sleeping dragon and phoenix chick!"
Wait, where is the promised historical direction? How come all my unreliable financial operations turned out to be a good strategy to save the country?
Seeing that I had somehow become the most powerful official in the Southern Song Dynasty, I looked up to the sky and sighed: Brother Mongolia, how about we discuss it first... And don't fight?
