Gou Opened a Restaurant in the Late Song Dynasty

My name is Song An, who lived in the first year of Jiaxi in the Southern Song Dynasty. Outside Xiangyang City, on the bank of the Han River, I woke up in a ruined temple. There is no golden finger, no system, only three copper coins and a damp rag in his pocket. Starving people were everywhere, and the Mongolian army was pressing down on the territory. Survival was my only thought. There is no reason in this troubled world. It crushed those around me and took away every inch of ground I had saved. Some people taught me to hold a knife, some taught me to read, and some left their lives in front of me. When the whole era tried to crush me, I carried it. Grit your teeth and carry it. Carry it without retreating.