Shuofeng Bianliang

In the winter of the sixth year of Xuanhe, Sishui was extremely cold. A car accident on a modern street made Zhang Shuo, a 35-year-old retired special soldier, reborn as a silly 13-year-old boy with the same name on the banks of the Rencheng Canal in the Northern Song Dynasty. When I opened my eyes, I saw a dilapidated thatched hut, a mother who was coughing up blood, a sallow and skinny sister, and the Surabaya Canal outside the door, which carried the lifeline of the empire but reflected the suffering of the people. The body is the frailty of a young man, and the memory is the sharpness of a soldier. He knew what kind of fate the beautiful rivers and mountains under his feet were about to face - the shame of Jingkang, the broken mountains and rivers, and the transfer of clothes to the south. The iron heel of history is only two years away. From Rencheng to Bianliang, from Weimo to Yifang Banner. He pulled up the first team and struggled to survive between the defeated army and the bloodthirsty bandits; he lit a spark deep in the Taihang Mountains and protected the people in the midst of the war; he struggled to take root in the gap between the Song and Jin Dynasties and established an order called "Shuofang". He responded to Yue Fei's Northern Expedition from afar; when Wanyan Liang invaded the South, he went straight to the heart. He could not save Bianliang, which was destined to overturn, but he could save more people from being trampled by iron hoofs; he could not change the general trend of confrontation between the north and the south, but he could preserve a solid land for Han civilization in the cracks in the mountains and rivers. This is not a cool story about changing one's fate against the odds, but a heavy epic about a modern soul, under the wheel of real history, using up the wisdom and blood and tears of two generations to tear away a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation. The prosperity of Bianliang will eventually die in the wind, but wherever the wind passes, new shoots will break through.