He died in the spring of his seventeenth year.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already the chaotic times of the late Tang Dynasty - Zhu Wen usurped the Tang Dynasty and the world collapsed.
Outside Bianzhou City, in a deserted village and a shabby house, a lame old man squatted beside the stove and looked back at him:
"Are you awake? Get up and hoe the ground."
His name is Li Ye. There is a small mole on the tip of the nose, the same as in the previous life.
He didn't know that the half piece of jade in his arms was the only token left by the deposed prince Li Chengqian for three hundred years.
I don't know why his father wanted to remain anonymous outside Bianzhou City for the rest of his life.
Little did he know that Zhu Wen was searching for the Li Tang clan - and he himself was the last root.
Starting from farming, he gathered seven people and fled thousands of miles away.
Put down roots by the Ganjiang River.
Farming, building walls, training troops, defending the city,
Step by step, from a refugee to a leader.
His enemies are Zhu Wen, Li Keyong, and Li Cunxu——
The most ferocious heroes of this era all want to sit on the dragon chair that has been empty for three hundred years.
He started with just seven people.
But he said: I will take care of this troubled world.
Many years later, the city head of Bianzhou was replaced with a flag with the word "Li".
Someone asked him: What is the name of the country?
He looked at the northern sky and thought of the burned wheat,
I remembered Li Laosan's back squatting on the threshold and looking east.
"Not Tang. Find someone else."
This year, the world will be united.
The wheat turns yellow again
Purpose: The world is broken, and someone always needs to clean it up