Douban Account

In western Sichuan during the Republic of China, salt roads were like lifeblood and accounts were like pens and knives. Tan Jiu, a young man in Pixian County, originally just wanted to keep the craftsmanship passed down from his ancestors and the fragrance of Douban, but after a murder on the dock, he was forced to see clearly: the salt tax, salt sources, and salt roads here were all tampered with by an invisible hand behind his back. Some people kill people in the name of "suppressing bandits" In order to prevent the truth from being burned to ashes, he moved the account books to the drying yard and told the accounts to the street corners - telling where the money went, where human lives came from, and the blood behind every salt road. The more people talk about it, the more people begin to learn how to check accounts, ask accounts, and keep accounts. Because of this, they are labeled as "crowd-makers," "troublemakers," and "bandits," and they are gradually pushed to the forefront. This is not a book about revenge, nor is it a book about tactics. It writes: When power writes people into numbers and lives into names, how do ordinary people use a piece of paper, a pen, and a sip of Douban incense to write their names back into the world? Don't lose your account, don't lose your life.