Lin Zhaoxue, an archive restorer in the 25th century, accidentally fell into a small Jiangnan town in 1940 during an accident in restoring old time and space images. She has no system, no space, and no golden fingers. She only has outdated knowledge and a pair of hands that can repair things.
In troubled times, the price of rice changes three times a day. The old lady selling wontons in the alley always ladles a little more soup. The boy in the tailor shop secretly hides banned books. The shopkeeper in the medicine shop changes the dressings of the wounded at night. The boatman on the dock curses the world while sending people to the way to life.
Lin Zhaoxue originally wanted to live quietly, but she was slowly trapped by this era in a bowl of hot porridge, an oil lamp, and an unsent letter.
She later understood that history is not the cold years on the pages of a book, but the present day that every ordinary person grits his teeth and lives through.
