Lin An was carried in his mother’s womb into an ancient farming family.
The good news: he could see the qi above people’s heads. White qi meant ordinary folk, blue qi meant nobility, and black qi meant a deadly calamity.
His uncle, who gambled in the village, always had a wisp of gray above his head, while the local licentiate had blue qi drifting over him. Sitting by the stove, Lin An figured it out: in this world, people with white qi spent their lives farming, while those with blue qi rode in sedan chairs as others kowtowed to them. He wanted his mother to stop being cursed as a “barren hen,” his father to stop working like an ox, and his two older sisters to avoid being sold off for their dowries.
So he would have to turn the white qi above their heads blue.
