Daoguang twenty-sixth year, Guangxi.
Sixteen-year-old Shi Yan stood in front of the imperial examination wall and saw that his name topped the list of the college examinations - county examination, government examination, college examination, and even primary and secondary schools.
This is the tenth year since he traveled from 2026.
When he fell into the water and woke up when he was six years old, he found that he had become Shi Dakai's biological brother. His father died of illness, and his uncle coveted the family property. His cousin once pushed him into the trap. It took him ten years to gain a foothold in this strange era, protect his family business, and wait until his third brother returned.
But Shi Dakai, who returned, is no longer the young man who only worked as a carpenter. He believed in the God Worship Association at Zijin Mountain, met Feng Yunshan, and traveled with Hong Xiuquan. What he brought back was a heart that was already burning.
Shi Yan knows the direction of history. He knew about the Jintian Uprising four years later, knew about the Tianjing Incident, and knew that the third brother would eventually die on the banks of the Dadu River.
But he couldn't say.
He could only say to his father's silent tablet in the candlelight of the ancestral hall: Third brother, you go your own way. The Shi family has me.
This is the story of a young man who single-handedly carried a family in the torrent of history.
It is also a long farewell about "knowing the ending but not being able to say it".
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It feels like nothing has changed
It's very messy, and it's still written by AI.
Character details are well drawn
AI text is so messy.
What a mess
The worse kind
Why so many repetitions? So long-winded?
The emotion is too weak and the narrative is straightforward, just like writing a diary