In the 307th year of the Great Qian dynasty, disasters struck without end, and Qing Shi Village was littered with the starving dead. My name is Chen Tiezhu. I’m a hunter whose parents are both dead. The whole village has been out of food for three days, yet my stove is roaring and there’s meat stewing in my pot. While everyone else chews tree bark, I turn my fortunes around with my golden finger: every morning, a [Tomorrow’s Intelligence] appears in my mind. Wild yams exposed by a landslide in the back hills? A frozen pig buried by a downpour in the western ravine? I dig them up before anyone else. When refugees come to seize our grain and officials search my home, I use my intelligence to turn the tables and set traps. From surviving alone to dominating the world, I rely on information to crush all opposition as I make my way through the chaotic age. Others starve to death while my family chops meat. Absurd? That’s just how I survive.
