Record of the Poor Family Holding the Moon

Lu Chen, a poor man from a poor family, held an oil lamp and walked through the rustling reeds outside Hangzhou. From the down-and-out scholar who suffered a defeat in the examination hall to the chief minister who decided the world with one word before the Dragon Case, he used his blood-stained green shirt as ink to write about the flames of war and the bright moon in his half-life. Above the court hall, the shadows of the East Factory and the undercurrents of the cabinet's approval are surging; in the streets and alleys, water transportation taxes and taxes bend the backbone of the people. He worked step by step in the whirlpool of power ministers, minions and the party, fighting for the glory of the golden list for poor scholars, and asking for orders to open a warehouse for the famine in the southeast. When the Emperor Jiajing's sword smashed the jade steps, and when the Dongchang Jinyiwei's long knife was pressed against his throat, Lu Chen still turned the fragment of the scroll in his hand - it was the "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" he picked up from the mud in the market. The cover was wrapped with the red pansy silk gifted by his mentor Wang Guo, and it was slowly licking the bloody cracks.