After three years of severe drought, the rivers dried up and the Daliang treasury was almost empty.
Lu Chen, a doctor of 985 water conservancy engineering, died in a dam accident but woke up in famine.
While others grab the grassroots, he stares at the river bed.
Others wait for the rain, but he calculates the water veins.
"The river is not dead, it is blocked."
From refugees to flood control officials, from water control to food control, from food control to power.
Floods, famines, and man-made disasters intertwined, and he became calmer and more vicious step by step.
Every time the water potential is deduced, the headache gets worse and a piece of memory is lost.
——When he stands on the top of the beam, will he still remember why he came?
