Common People Are Silent

In the winter of the tenth year of Yonghe, the snow in Guanzhong could not bury the blood of the world. He is a "bloody foot", the most shady pedestrian in troubled times, who specializes in transporting death, secrets and taboos for people. The swords of the barbarians, the blood of the Han people, the crowns of the nobles, the withered bones of the refugees - he has carried them all. This world does not talk about right or wrong, only about life and death. He once sent a secret message to death for a ration of food, but also let go of an orphan who was killed by a knife because of a trace of compassion; he saw Chief Hu reciting the Book of Songs, and he also saw Han Confucians bending their knees to serve Hu. Among the blood and fire in Yecheng and the floating corpses in Huai River, he gradually understood: Manpower will eventually be exhausted, and no one can defeat the trend of the times. But at least he still had a choice. History is written by the victors, and the torrent is paved with thousands of bones. He couldn't change anything major. He only stubbornly stayed in this situation that no one could win - a small man's way of living with a clear conscience.