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In the three years of ancient times, from Li Xinyan to Li Erya, I deeply realized the sorrow of Guizhou under the feudal society.
This is an era when the world is about to be in chaos. People remember famous generals, foolish kings, and beautiful women, but no one remembers the great famine of that year, when everyone cannibalize each other. The epidemic is rampant, and the pages in the nine rooms are empty.
In her time travel, there was no love between kings, grandsons, nobles, princes and princesses, only mountains of bones, forgotten surnames, and ghosts singing under the clear maple forest.
Knowledge monopolized by nobles, women oppressed by feudalism, and ordinary people forced into desperation by exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, under the blood and tears, is a hellish world.
Finally she can escape this hell and return to modern society, finally she can throw a spark into the dying grass. Tear open the rotten abscesses wrapped up by the nobles of the aristocratic families, and pierce the feudal ethics that press on women.
It all starts with educating ordinary people about literacy.
The tiankeng of fate did not show off the powerful modern superiority to the ancients, and the ancients were not slapping people in the face with admiration, so they should be clear first.
When writing about passion, just write wherever you go.
Intention: When you are in darkness, your heart is toward the light, and knowledge changes your destiny.