After transmigrating to the fourth year of Zhongping in the Eastern Han dynasty, he finds that a dou of rice costs two hundred coins, while a starving corpse isn't worth a single coin. His stepmother berates him for living off her, and his three younger brothers eye the thin gruel in his bowl. Wang Jin slams the door on his way out, giving his stepmother the middle finger as a parting gift. His friend Wu Feng presses a millet cake into his hand. “Big Brother, let's pool our resources and make a life together.” A group of orphaned beggars live in a haunted, dilapidated house, surviving by begging and stealing. Then Wu Feng is slashed and collapses. Sitting by the bonfire, Wang Jin thinks all night. Stealing isn't a long-term plan. He remembers the cheap little things from his previous life: straw sandals, soap, candles, papermaking. In the Eastern Han, each one could help a family survive. Survive. And then live like a human being.
A little beggar selling soap at a high price in troubled times? Can you keep it
Can kill time