The original owner had just died on the day he arrived - he failed the third test, became depressed and became ill, and died on the carriage returning home. The first thing he took over was to accept his fate for an unlucky scholar.
But he couldn't recognize it. He remembered clearly the day the results were released: the paper was rejected. The person who bears his name is a son of a wealthy family. The original owner couldn't swallow this breath, and neither could he.
On the day he returned to Baisha Village, he counted 47 grass signs beside the official road and could no longer count them. 47 Children squatted on the roadside, waiting for someone to take them away.
He is a salt seller. The salt certificates are multiplying, the feudal towns are sharpening their knives, and the nobles are reaching out, and even their own salt roads are being blocked. He calculated his accounts all night: avoiding is a dead end; adhering is serving as food for others; rebelling - in troubled times, the one who raises the flag first eats the meat.
Then do the opposite.
The failed scholar picked up his sword and started guarding a village. The land was equalized and the wealth was low, so a poor family could be an official; he turned the salt army into an army and turned a small city into a world.
As for the families who bore his name back then - he collected the fields; he cut off the roads; he changed the lists. No killing, no blood, just let them step down from the clouds and stand with everyone.
Later someone asked: Why was there no name Yi Quan on the spring list that year?
He sat on the dragon throne and thought for a while: From then on, he should write the names of everyone in the world.
