When he woke up, Jiang Yan, a graduate student in liberal arts, became the prodigal son of Wujiang County in the south of the Yangtze River.
Both parents are dead, the family property is ruined, and the old house will change owners tomorrow. All that is left is an old servant, a half-year-old child, and a suicide note that says "I am dead."
What's even worse is that he only has twenty taels of silver left in his pocket, and he still owes the original owner a stupid debt for redeeming someone in Zuixianglou.
There is no system, no golden fingers, just a brain of modern knowledge.
He rolled up his sleeves and made soap, opened a shop, recruited dandy partners, and worked all the way from the market stall to Nanzheng Street.
On the day the county examination results were released, he became the head of the case.
Just when he thought his life was finally getting better, the sentence in the Book of Death pierced his heart like a thorn - his father's death was not an accident, and the shadow of the capital had been following him.
In order to find out the truth, he could only follow the path of fame and success and take the exams: county examination, government examination, township examination, and palace examination.
From small counties in Wujiang, to weaving in Suzhou, and then to Jinluan Palace.
Every stroke on the merit roll was written with fate.
