Chronicles of the Rise and Fall of Great Yin

Lin Mo woke among a heap of stinking refugees, his palm clenched around a rusted coin bearing the words “Yinyuan Tongbao.” Historical records said it had been abolished three years ago, yet it was now the only currency in circulation. History had gone wrong from the very first step. Using what he remembered, he distilled a little alcohol and saved a child’s life, only to be condemned for practicing “witchcraft.” Then a woman named Xie Yunlan dispersed the crowd, crouched down, and looked him in the eye. “Sir, could this method save the people of an entire county?”