After his rebirth, Jiang Zhihe returned to Xiaoshan from his later life and grasped the pulse of the times from the beginning. Wearing long robes and mandarin jackets, and guarding the three-foot-high podium, there are all kinds of calculations hidden in his bones. The poor embroiderer Ah Cui has tears in her eyes, and the foreign-style girl Manyun shows her kindness gently, showing off her charm in every step of the way. There is no need to express the feelings secretly, and they know it deeply just by the movement of their eyebrows. The troubled times of the Republic of China were filled with turmoil, collusions between officials and businessmen, collisions between the old and the new, strange stories emerged one after another on the streets, diphtheria epidemics, silver dollar scams, and peach blossom disputes took turns taking place. Taking teachers as his roots, he took advantage of the times to embrace all the peach blossoms around him, while climbing up step by step in troubled times. He walked out of a beautiful life from a three-foot podium, lay drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman, and held the power in front of him with a smile. The mist of the Republic of China was all his romance and country!
