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This is the third year of Guangxu's reign, this is Shanxi, and this is Shanyin County. I, Huang Keming, am one of thousands of refugees. I have been hungry for a long time. I wanted to eat Guanyin soil like others, but my father beat me. He said that if I eat it, I will die. He took me to chop bark and boil grass roots. I know he's right because we've seen a lot of people die along the way. We went to the government's porridge shed, and even if it was mixed with sand, it was still enough. It's better than meeting a machete. Although they and we are both refugees, dad said, we are different from them. People cannot live without conscience... I didn't understand, it was better to die than to live, so my father gave me a slap in the face. Then, he hugged me and cried again. Until that day, my father and I rescued a child not much younger than me from the machete gang...

I don't know who I am? I was picked up by the grandfather from the chicken feather shop, so he said that's it. We run a chicken and feather shop, an inn that provides accommodation for the poor and beggars. They all call me Wa, but in fact, I don't call me Wa. Grandpa called me Li Chengbin, and he called me this name repeatedly. Since I was picked up, how did he know my name? Until one day, a strange customer came to the store, and my grandfather disappeared. I wanted to find him, and I took the rusty sword in his house with me and set out on the road to find my grandfather...