Three Kingdoms: I Am the Young Master in the Yellow Turban

History is the epic of heroes, but it is the epitaph of common people. The glorious history of Qing Dynasty only records the achievements of princes, generals and ministers, but does not record the names of the leaders of the people of Guizhou. The minister wrote the book, but did not speak to the people. A "great victory", the ink is not dry yet, thousands of dead bones have been buried; "Beheading tens of thousands" is an understatement and erases the lives of countless people. Whose sons are they? Whose husband? Whose father? Their trembling, their silence, their obsession with a bowl of hot porridge—— In the vast river of history, not even dust is counted, just a blank that is blown away by the wind. A grain of ashes from the times falls on an individual's head, and it becomes a mountain; If an ordinary person with no skills is thrown into this chaotic world of cannibalism, Is he willing to become the cold "more than ten thousand people" in the corner of history? Or are you struggling to write a little warmth for the word "human" in the blood and fire? When he finally had some strength, Are you taking advantage of the situation to climb to the high platform and build a monument to your achievements with the bones of all people? Or lean down and listen to the cries of those people who were crushed under the wheels, forgotten in the ravines, and called "refugees"? This is not a story about conquest. This is a story about "remembering". See how a small soul can hold up a small sky for the nameless people under this historical sky where only emperors and generals are written; See how an almost innocent ideal can achieve immortality in the tempering of iron and blood. His story is about how an idealist was carved by the times. In turn, it carves the story of the times.