Traveling Through Famine: I Was Picked up and Brought Home by My Mortal Enemy, the General

I, a master's degree student in ancient history, was congratulating myself that my thesis was finished one second, and the next second I was plunged into real ancient times by a dump truck. Ten years, a whole ten years, I went from a modern person who was indifferent to food and limbs, to a slave who could compete with wild dogs for food for half a nest of corn. Hunger is my most profound memory of this era. Bark, grass roots, Guanyin soil... I even gnawed on frozen dead human flesh when I was about to starve to death. In troubled times, human life is not as good as that of a dog, and I lived like mud. Until that winter, I was sent to the Chinese army's tent under the "god-slaying" general Fu Xuanzhao of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He had just captured Zhongshan Kingdom, and I was one of the "trophies" offered. Under the candlelight, the man's armor was still on, and his eyes were colder than the edge of a knife. He only glanced at me and then said to his bodyguard: "He's too thin and his bones are so strong. Drag him down and give him to the front line as bait."