Fifteen years ago, the celadon embankment collapsed and craftsman Chen Ruoheng was convicted.
Fifteen years later, Chen Yan, the son of the guilty minister, was just a minor official in the construction department and useless treasury, supporting his sick and weak sister by repairing broken wooden utensils. Until the chipped bronze mirror in an old ink fountain was awakened, he could see the old traces of the utensils and the road of repair before the mountains and rivers collapsed.
But every time you watch it, you have to pay the price of your body and memory.
Floods in the capital, salt and iron in the north of the Yangtze River, military industry in the north, old gates in the imperial city... All the old cases point to the same cold rule: install the palace first, and wet the low places first.
Everyone wants to steal his mirror, but Chen Yan only wants to do one thing: turn the magic into a construction method that everyone can test again.
Water has its own path, people have names, and things have accounts.
He who mends the sky cannot be called king.
{Historical imagination, fictional history, tactics, engineering, water conservancy, group portraits, suspense, court, passion, growth, non-brainless fun, system flow}
