Shen Yizhi, a well-read graduate student, traveled through time and became a baby born in the fifteenth year of Wanli.
Good news: I have farmland and a shop at home, so I don't have to worry about food and drink. Bad news: The dynasty only has fifty-seven years left. Chongzhen hanged Meishan, the Qing army entered the Pass, and the bloodbath in the south of the Yangtze River - he remembered every incident clearly, but he couldn't explain it - who would believe a baby who couldn't even roll over?
Then live first. Study, take exams, and make friends.
But as I read, something seemed wrong. Others were immersed in stereotypes, but he casually wrote an article that shocked everyone. At a literary gathering, he casually told a story, which spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River. Suzhou bookstores chased him for manuscripts. In the same year, Juren chased him to form a poetry club, and even professors of government studies entrusted him with their life notes.
Accidentally, he became a literary legend.
He really didn't want to be famous. He just wants to be a rich man and survive the troubled times safely. But reputation is something that cannot be suppressed once it arises. Today someone comes to visit, tomorrow someone travels a thousand miles to ask for a letter, and the day after tomorrow even the palace sends a letter of appointment——
He immersed himself in reading, and the more he read, the more famous he became. With great fame comes great responsibility. The heavier the responsibility, the less able you are to pretend you don't know anything.
Until one day, the country was broken and the emperor died.
He closed the book, sighed, and embarked on the road he didn't want to take.
