Records of the Southern Barbarians' Journey to the North

In the seventeenth year of Yongzhang's reign, the rebels rolled through the northern border like an iron stream. Anshi Town turned into a pool of blood overnight. The streets were piled with corpses, and blood flowed over the stone steps and seeped into the depths of the earth. The vitality was gone, and only the wind was left whimpering among the ruins. Several years have passed, and new shoots have struggled to grow on the scorched earth. In the south of the town, a faded "Shen Ji" wine flag fluttered quietly in the wind. No one knew what was buried in the hearts of the young men who survived that massacre. Is it a clear spring for brewing wine, or a raging fire for revenge? His road begins under this wine flag—— It leads to the rivers and lakes, to the court, to a carefully planned use, and to a destiny that he himself has not seen clearly. When the aroma of wine wafts again, will it bring out the aged alcohol or the fresh blood?