In the autumn of the first year of Jiayou's reign, we were thirty miles outside Bianjing City.
An eighteen-year-old concubine named Lin Jue suddenly woke up and found that he had a set of memories in his mind that did not belong to this era - about the world a thousand years from now. He has no magic, no magic weapon, twenty-three coins in his pocket, and three hundred dollars in debt. He couldn't even pass the imperial examination.
From Bianjing Jiaoyinpu to Sansi Yamen, from the dilapidated fortress at the northwest border to the thousands of miles of waves in Quanzhou Port, he spent thirty-five years establishing a new set of rules - giving dignity to craftsmen, turning technology into money, and allowing the Song Dynasty's ships to sail to the Indian Ocean. On the way, he met a shrewd businessman's daughter, a down-and-out talented woman, a hearty prairie girl, a bold mixed-race sailing girl, and those characters who left their mark in history came to life around him.
There is no one step to success. There is a bowl of mutton soup, a bad debt, a defeated battle, a stubborn old man who can't talk, and a road that has not been completed after thirty-five years.
