[Canal farming in the Ming Dynasty + women dressing up as men + historical research + no time travel and no system]
The water in the patio gate rose and fell. She squatted on the dock, watching a ship dock and leave.
Her father is the oldest shallow husband on the canal. On the day he broke his leg, he only left one sentence: "The third stone under the patio gate is alive."
The ship is gone and the creditors are coming. She cut her hair, put on men's clothes, and went to Nancheng Pier.
Carrying bags, punting boats, climbing over walls to copy lock books, fighting for berths with Xue Liuzhi's people - every step was in the mud, and no step was in vain.
Her father said: Whoever understands water is the master of the dock. She didn't believe this. She just wants to survive.
But she held in her hand an old account, a key with "Nanwang" engraved on it, and a letter addressed to someone unknown. People on the dock started calling her "Zhou Ji". Xue Liuzhi's people started to stare at her.
The canal is still flowing. This river recognizes everyone who truly understands it.
# #Canal textual research #disguised as a man #cross
The plot is attractive