In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu's reign, there was a severe drought in Shandong. My younger brother starved to death, my father was maimed, and my ancestral land was taken away. If Chen Shouzhuo doesn't leave, he will die. Carrying his mother on his back and holding his young brother in hand, he embarked on the bloody road to the east of Guandong - the Three Thousand Miles of Bone Road, and he carried it through.
But he didn't know that the Mohe Rouge Valley outside the pass was more destructive than the escape route.
When panning for gold on a glacier, when you put your hand in, you will find flesh, and when you pull out, you will find bones. Most of the scraps of gold earned through blood and sweat for twelve hours a day were confiscated by bosses, blackmailed by soldiers, and robbed and killed by bandits. The government doesn't care, evil people run rampant, and the workers at the bottom are no better than animals.
Li Erzhu, a fellow villager, and his brother who escaped with him got jealous after losing money in a gambling house and sold him for a few taels of silver. The noble Zhou Laohan - a ten-year-old gold husband who took him in and taught him his skills - was framed and killed by villains. Su Wanniang - the only woman in Jingou who helped the poor - sacrificed her life to protect a group of refugees.
Chen Shouzhuo watched helplessly as good people died and evil people drank their blood. He didn't want to endure it anymore.
Get rid of all weakness, put away all innocence. He has no money, no backer, only a short sword, and a group of poor brothers who have been oppressed to the point of desperation.
He spent more than ten years to liquidate the evildoers in Jingou one by one. But he didn't keep any of the best people around him.
This is not a get-rich-quick article, there is no chance from heaven. This is an ordinary farmer who kept his conscience in the chaotic world of cannibalism, but he can never return to the boy he was before.
Thousands of broken bones are buried in the golden ditch, and half of the good and evil lives are covered up in the yellow sand. The gold and silver are gone, but the human heart remains.
