Jincheng Chunshen

In the last years of Yongkang, the world will be in chaos. Thirteen-year-old Lin Zhihuan was "sent" back to Jincheng from Shengjing. When he woke up from his hospital bed, he saw broken tents and cracked bowls in front of him. Outside the city were three thousand refugees, and inside the city were eight hundred guardsmen - and King Lu's betrothal gift and the sword were heading south together. She once signed tens of billions of contracts, but now she only has the instinct tempered by thirty years of business: no matter how bad the cards are, she must fight to the end. She does not touch swords and guns, nor does she touch gold or silver. She used the supply chain model to dismantle the black box of food prices, used the map to present the county as a petition, and turned Chu Heng in the refugee camp, the lame veteran Dou Tu, and the counselors lurking behind the enemy's curtain - one by one into people holding swords. This is not a noble lady's counterattack, nor is it a phoenix crown. She just wanted to hold the knife in her hand in the chaotic world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Then guard this small area called Jincheng.