In the winter of the eighteenth year of Wanli, Shen Zhi, a Ph. D. In physics, woke up and found himself lying in a leaky earth house. The wound on the back of his head was still hurting, his mother's cries were in his ears, and his creditors were yelling outside the door. If the debt of three hundred taels of silver is not paid on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, the house will be repossessed.
He had read quantum field theory and deduced ten-dimensional space-time, but no one taught him - in this era, knowledge cannot be exchanged for copper coins, and principles cannot be exchanged for a way to survive.
Until I met Xie Lanjie.
The third son of the Xie family is as gentle as jade, with a purity in his eyes that is rare for a child of aristocratic families. When they first met in Canglang Pavilion, he listened to Shen Zhi's explanation of the principle of sun shadow, and his eyes were filled with light; while drinking in the cold night, he said, "I have been reading the books of sages for fifteen years, and no one has ever told me that there is such a subtle truth between heaven and earth." Shen Zhi thought that he finally found someone he could talk to in this strange world.
But he didn't know that Xie Lan's surname was Xie. The loom of Xie's second wife, the interests of Xie's clan, the intricate family network behind Xie's family - some things are more important than confidants.
This is a story about "searching for things". But what is in question is not the principle of all things, but the rules of an era, the logic of cannibalism, and how a person can put himself back piece by piece after being crushed.
