Traveling back in time to the Northern Song Dynasty, I originally wanted to hug Zhou Tong's thigh tightly, get to know the true heroes of the Water Margin, live safely in the south of the Yangtze River, and escape the humiliation of Jingkang.
Until I saw a pot with my own eyes in Cizhou, Hebei Province. Water is boiling in the pot, and two mothers are exchanging children next to them. That three-year-old baby didn't understand anything and was still smiling at me.
At that moment, I knew I couldn't hide.
Join the army, fight against the Jin, and win the war. But what he got in exchange was not a reward, but a secret order to kill a good person and take credit for his merits, and to be executed on death row.
My brothers rescued me from prison and asked me, "Where are we going?"
I said, "Go north. Build a home where everyone can have food to eat."
From Jiashan to Yanyun, from eight hundred brothers to an army of three hundred thousand. Before Lu Zhishen passed away, he clutched the prayer beads I gave him. Wu Song made a broken sword into a bell and hung it on the tower. Yue Fei asked me: "Why are we fighting?"
I said: "For the sake of future generations, there is no need to fight anymore."
One hundred and eighty-five years. Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, it's time to go home.
Reader comments
Yes! In troubled times, it is too much to think about bringing many people to farm and work honestly.
The content is quite good, but there is a lot of nonsense. The more you go on, the more you talk about the bell. Just say it a few times. There is no need to end with those few sentences at the end of each chapter.
Yes! In troubled times, it is too much to think about bringing many people to farm and work honestly.
The content is quite good, but there is a lot of nonsense. The more you go on, the more you talk about the bell. Just say it a few times. There is no need to end with those few sentences at the end of each chapter.
Beautiful and worth recommending,