Weishui Eighty-One

"Weishui Eighty-one" At the age of eighty-one, he is still fishing on the Wei River. With a straight hook and no bait, what you catch is not a fish, but a willing fishermen. Jiang Shang - later known as Jiang Ziya - killed someone in Chaoge when he was thirty-two years old, and then he learned the word "wait". For more than 40 years since then, he has refused to bend the hook, refused to compromise, and refused to reduce his eighty-one years of life to the cliché narrative of "talented but not appreciated". Until the eve of frost, when he cast the pole for the eighty-first time, he caught a bronze mirror and saw eighty-one versions of himself: the one who killed, the one who was abandoned, the one who burned the marriage certificate, the one who ate dirt, the one who enshrined the gods... All the fragments put together a truth - he was never waiting for King Wen of Zhou, but "waiting for himself". And King Wen Jichang, who gnawed in the earth walls of Youli for seven years, was not waiting for a sage, but an excuse to stop eating earth and start swallowing the world. Two hungry people fed each other by the Wei River, accomplished each other, and finally became myths for each other. The novel takes "straight hook" as its axis to reconstruct the romance of the gods. There is something at the bottom of the Wei River, neither a dragon nor a fish, which is the personification of "waiting"; the three collapses of Lutai are the self-correction of history; Boyikao's meat pie, Ma's ashes, and the blood of Fei Zhong's stand-in all fermented into the eight hundred years of Zhou Dynasty's luck. In the fantasy aspect, the bronze mirror reflects the afterimage of time, and the shadow fragments can die for someone, and the veins of the eighty-one willow leaves hide the map of the future; in the practical aspect, we see the strategic determination of a serial entrepreneur, the lifelong resistance of a senior practitioner to "downgraded cooperation", how an old man spent eighty-one years living as a symbol, and how he dared to bend a straight hook at the age of one hundred. Three volumes of 250,000 words, written all "etc.