When I woke up, I was dressed as the third young master of a family that was about to fall apart during the troubled times of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.
The ideal is very full: to save one's life and fish in troubled times.
The reality directly gave me a big surprise - my father was assassinated, my eldest brother died in the battle, the whole family was eagerly waiting for dinner, and the warlord next door had sharpened his knife and was preparing to come to my house to borrow food (he would definitely not return it if he borrowed it).
They insist on forcing me to be the boss.
I just want everyone to have enough to eat. Why is my territory getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are asking me to pay homage to the dock?
