Bright Moon on the Vast Sea

In the autumn of the second year of Hongwu, Qin Han walked into Suzhou carrying his sick mother on his back. My sister is separated, my father is missing, and most of the government offices are empty. He carried a seal with shady origins. Starting from recruiting refugees, every step he took was like driving piles in an open space. A broken city, a group of people who have their own origins. He knew that he couldn't do anything, so he walked and walked, and it became another thing. This is not a heroic history of one person, but a story of order growing out of ruins.