A modern intelligence analyst died in a car accident and woke up as the son of a postman whose family was wiped out in the troubled times of the late Tang Dynasty.
He has nothing, only a secret letter, half a page of the post book, and a brain that is used to piecing together fragments.
He started from a small market in Yangzhou City: a letter was sold for four prices. The buyers from all parties did not meet each other, but he sat in the middle of the pool and saw everyone's cards clearly. From then on, post roads, cabinet shops, camel teams, singing towers, and Taoist temples all became his eyes and ears. When others robbed the city, he weaved nets; when others fought for the world, he kept accounts. In the past forty years, Tingfeng Tower has risen silently, towering over the towns - the rise and fall of the Five Dynasties, the life and death of emperors, and the granaries of feudal towns all have to pass through his desk first.
He accepted two disciples: one was Li Cunxu, who later became a powerful figure in the world, and studied "Ju"; the other was Feng Dao, who had been an official for four dynasties, and studied "Shou". One lost to power, the other hid in the system.
Taoism, Buddhism and Zoroastrianism are in the sky, and the five religions each hold their own beliefs; the situation of the black-clad food spreading eastward is to let them kill each other.
He cut open the warlord's lesion one by one, only to find that his web was also growing on the same lesion.
Great sound and sound. Wherever the wind passes without a trace, someone is keeping accounts of the troubled times for forty years.
