In the third year of Xuanhe, in the southern suburbs of Bianliang.
Under the earth wall in the backyard of Archer Camp, Lin Yan woke up. It's not his face, not his body. There's a sign hanging on his waist - Shida Document.
On the first day I went out to measure the fields, I stepped on some wheat seedlings.
Ninety-four acres on the books, eighty-two acres on land. Twelve acres of land are on paper but not on the ground.
He didn't want to check, the account leaked out on its own.
An old farmer took his fingerprints, a veteran gave a rough code, and an old clerk who coughed up blood left the door open.
Four years ago, the food and salary for 3,000 people were deducted from the account and no one received it. The grain was turned into sand, the money turned into gold, and the pension for those killed in battle went into the wrong hands.
No one asked him to check. He is just a settler.
But this settler is powerful.
