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Many years later, Chen Chuan still remembered that he and his father were alone in the dilapidated station under the dark sky. The rice had been harvested, and there were no undulating rice waves, only layers of bare terraces. There was heavy water vapor in the air, mixed with an earthy smell. Later, when the car came, he got in and looked out the window. His father's figure became smaller and smaller, and in the end he could only see the vast mountains and forests. He turned back, and the white stone road like a jade belt was being laid out in front of him.

This is a counterattack journey by the son of a salt merchant in the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty. ? "I am the old man's legitimate eldest son! Who does he, Li Yongzhong, count?" "What kind of person is he? Chen Qianhu's son-in-law, a salt dealer! Look at him like that, skinny and skinny. What kind of soldiers can he lead? What kind of war can he fight?" This is the life-saving journey of those who go against the current. "Except for me, all of my family members are dead. But I don't want to die, I'm afraid of death! I want to live!" "I am a salt seller, and you are water-carrying laborers. There are no weapons or weapons on the battlefield, and I don't want to die! What about you! Do you want to live?!" The man of destiny actually starts from the grass. "I am not a wise man. I led hundreds of salt workers. I started from Sichuan and Shaanxi on a rough road. I cut through thorns and fought bloody battles to restore the Western Region, pacify the northern border, protect the Central Plains, and revitalize the south of the Yangtze River. All the people are united, and the soldiers work hard to make our Chinese bloodline and Han civilization endless! The ancestors of China are above. Up to now, within the four regions, all are Han soil, and beyond the seven seas, all are concubines!"