Jianqiao

In the first year of Yuanzhen, frost and snow covered the city, and the Salt River surged undercurrent. Ding Wulang, a small salt merchant, was involved in the whirlpool of official "harmonious buying". Salt prices skyrocketed and the tax network was strict. The word "river" seemed to be branded on his wrist, and he dreamed of corpses floating in the Black River every night. The secret porcelain key of the Xuanzhou kiln worth 200 pounds burned his skin, and there was only a thin line between saving others and saving himself. He held a lantern and probed the wall, walked on the snow to seek life, used salt as fire, porcelain as a blade, and kept a little heat in the ice crevices. Porridge is given out in the porridge shed, shovels are handed out by the underground river, the thunder and drum have not yet sounded, the dragon's spine has appeared. Is it to take advantage of the situation, or to stand up and break it? A low cry of salt and blood opened the cracks in the bad governance of the river industry in the early Yuan Dynasty and ignited the people's desire to survive.