The Northern School Returns to Dust

I was once a wild man who didn't understand the rules. I rushed into the wilderness for the dream of getting rich overnight, and after a narrow escape, I got cold handcuffs. Within the high wall, I met an expert from the Northern School. He taught me the skills of dividing gold to locate holes and identifying soil to find dragons. He also taught me the reverence for heaven and earth. After I was released from prison, I just wanted to live a peaceful life, but the pressure of life pushed me into the dirt again. This time, I am no longer the reckless young man, but a descendant of the northern style of craftsmanship. When I hold the Luoyang shovel in my hand again, I know that there are some roads that once set foot on, there is no turning back.