The Floating Life of the Song Dynasty

When I woke up, I became Liu Yaowen, the son of a tenant farmer in the Song Dynasty. When you open your eyes, you will see a shabby hut, hungry belly, and parents worrying about paying rent. System? Goldfinger? Doesn't exist. Only "History of Song Dynasty" and "Complete Collection of Imperial Examination Questions" are in my mind. That year I pointed in the direction of Tokyo and swore: "Sooner or later I will stand on the Golden Palace." Ten years later, Liu Yaowen, the new champion of science, came forward to offer suggestions. In another ten years, Xixia proclaimed itself a vassal, while the Liao envoy bowed his head. Now that I am the prime minister, I always think of that night when the hut leaked. Officials asked me why I always looked south. I replied: "I am counting how many huts in the world are leaking."