In the 307th year of the Qian Dynasty, natural disasters continued, and Qingshi Village was starved to death. My name is Chen Tiezhu, a hunter whose parents both died. The whole village was without food for three days, but my stove was red hot and meat was stewed in the pot. While others are chewing tree bark, I counterattack with my golden fingers - every day when I wake up, a piece of "Tomorrow's Intelligence" appears in my mind. Wild potatoes emerge from the back mountain landslide? Heavy rain buried frozen pigs in Xigou? I dug them all in advance. The refugees were grabbing food, and the officials were raiding their homes. I used intelligence to counterattack and set up a trap. From living alone to dominating, to survive in troubled times, I rely on information to defeat everything. While others starve to death, my family chops up their meat. Is this ridiculous? But this is how I live.
