Wu Zongqing never thought that during a trip to the Water Margin of the Three Kingdoms, he would be knocked across by the bamboo pole Pan Jinlian used to dry clothes.
Unexpectedly, after traveling through time and becoming Wu Song's distant nephew, his own memories - the knowledge, technology, and even his original name about the 21st century - were flowing away from his fingers like sand.
I forgot the gunpowder recipe. Forgot the cement process. Forgot about the glass firing.
Today you forget pi, tomorrow you forget the direction of history, and the day after tomorrow you may even forget who you are.
And the era he traveled to - the late Northern Song Dynasty, was only a dozen years away from the humiliation of Jingkang.
Without foresight, he would have been a helpless young man.
Without modern knowledge, how could he survive in the coming troubled times?
When memory becomes the only golden finger and forgetfulness is devouring everything——
Wu Zongqing must seize the last chance before he completely becomes a different person.
But he didn't even remember what his original name was.
