He woke up from a deserted village, the world was still wearing the reign name of the Han Dynasty, and the torch of the Yellow Turban had not yet reached Yingchuan.
The story spans more than thirty years.
The young man who was holding a handful of bamboo pieces at the Yingchuan market was already gray-haired when he stood at the Yellow River ferry for the last time.
Behind you is the unified Central Plains, and in front of you are endless mountains and rivers.
The old locust tree at the entrance of Yangzhai Village is still there, and the carvings on the trunk start from "Four People" and go all the way to the year of the Yuan Dynasty.
This is a story about memory and forgetting.
He entered this world with half a bucket of historical knowledge, and finally wrote a chapter that had never been seen in history books.
