In the second year of the Southern Song Dynasty, a history teacher traveled through time and became a tattoo craftsman. He knew that the Northern Expedition would be defeated, but he chose to build ships.
By the Lin'an Canal, he squatted on the slipway and moved the water inlet back one foot or two inches, allowing the ship to pass through the lock for almost half an hour. When the Huaihe River froze, he led 300 craftsmen with missing hands, blind eyes, and hunched backs to carve out the first channel on the ice. From Lin'an to Quanzhou, from the Huaihe River to Jiankang, the three-section boat he built traveled all over the waterways of the Song Dynasty.
His name is wood. He doesn't know how to strategize, he doesn't know how to fight, and his knees squeak when he walks.
He knew that Han Yuzhou would die, Xin Qiji's great ambition would be difficult to realize, and Yue Fei's orphan's fingers were pried open with iron sticks. But he still squatted down - sharpening chisels, brushing tung oil, and filling the seams of the ship. Picking up those people who had been chewed up and spit out by the war one by one from the riverside.
What's behind you is not a wall, but a road.
This is the story of a group of nameless people who used their incomplete hands to prop up a sunken dynasty inch by inch.
