Cheng Shuhe aspires to be the best swordsman in the world, just like her master.
What she wants is a bloody life in the world, where she can dominate with one sword in troubled times.
But when she saw the people displaced by the war, Shuhe realized how hard-won peace was. She could not even provide for herself.
"Shu He, I want to carry on my unique knowledge for the past saint and make everything peaceful."
When Shuhe just met Li Changping, he was wearing shabby clothes, but his eyes were determined to plead for the people. He told Shuhe that her sword should not have been lost in the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe she could find her true pursuit by going to the border.
With these words, Shuhe bid farewell to Li Changping in the heavy snow, and met the old general at the border at the beginning of spring. The general asked Shuhe why he came, and Shuhe said he wanted peace in the world.
"Shu He, war is far from what you see. Things can be solved by relying on brute force." The old general chuckled and patted Shu He on the shoulder.
Shuhe didn't understand it at first, until the team escorting the rations stopped the general's rations halfway and sent someone to ask for a favor from the general. Only then did Shuhe suddenly understand this sentence.
Shuhe looked at the big pot that was cooking for tens of thousands of people. At this moment, there was only bran stirring inside. She wanted to ask, didn't they want to win?
Shuhe believed that the worldly ways of human nature had been refined, but he could still fight for the people. Until the scholar, who was wearing rags and still thinking about the people of the world, stood on the opposite side of Shuhe.
He smiled and asked her if she was comfortable in Dali.
Shuhe couldn't answer...
Purpose: To find the value of ancient women in the workplace through the growth of the heroine