The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows and the grass is low, but no cattle or sheep can be seen.
During the third year of Qian'an in Daliang, a group of southwestern grass bandits were recruited, and the court threw them away to station in Liangcheng, a small town in northern Xinjiang that no one cared about.
The weather in northern Daliang has always been very cold, with heavy snowfalls falling every winter, and snow falling all over the plains outside the pass. The snow can even spread to the barbarian tribes in the north.
This poor border town, which has long been forgotten and whose popularity is even less popular than its name, with its dilapidated houses and tiles that are crowded along the streets, buries the most carefree time of Bai Zhu's first half of his life and his closest lover.
Purpose: Only in desperate situations can we survive