Anxiu Jincheng

The Han Dynasty lost its deer, and the world was divided into three parts. Shu has Yanxi, Wei has Zhengshi, and they have used troops for many years, but no matter how chaotic the world is, a person's belly cannot deceive others. In the market, the business never stopped for a day. From the official residence, stacks of brocades were brought out, and the dealers picked them up one by one, then turned their hands and exchanged them for corn, salt, and grain for the family to chew overnight. No one cares who wins or loses with this brocade holding Shu and Wei. What people want is just to survive tonight. But in this gap between buying and selling, dismantling and weaving, some things passed the test earlier than swords. Some people weave words into the darkness of the brocade pattern, and some people can deliver a fatal message to someone thousands of miles away just by looking at that brocade face. The most inconspicuous brocade merchant in Luoyang City is the number one thorn in the deepest part of this undercurrent. His military affairs are not written on paper, but woven into brocade. A brocade, a secret report. During the day, he greeted guests with a smile and sold residual brocade, and at night, he knitted the Wei army's defenses, food roads, and hidden stakes back to Shu, stitch by stitch. For eleven years, he and the man from Chengdu were separated from each other by the Wei State, and neither of them saw each other. They only communicated by horse. The beacon smoke is at the pass, and the undercurrent is gradually raging in the originally beautiful Jincheng in Western Shu. The city is still doing its business, and there is an undercurrent flowing under this business, but it never stops.