Jiao Da: My Last Days in Jia Mansion

In the winter of the thirty-fourth year of Kangxi's reign, the stable of Ningguo Mansion. He was once the hero who carried out the general among the dead, the shield that blocked arrows in front of Shanhaiguan, and the flesh and blood body that sparked sparks when the city head of Daizhou collided with the iron ring. Nowadays, he is a breathless joke among the glorious brocade of the Jia family - every day he straightens his withered waist and wipes a knife that has been rusted for thirty years, waiting for his end to be forgotten. From the first year of Kangxi to the thirty-fourth year of Kangxi, from "grandfather" to "old dog", from sharing dry food in the snow to a mouth filled with horse manure. In forty years, he saved three generations of masters, but was buried alive by the three generations of masters. The iron ring that smashed him into pieces, the bowl of horse urine that saved the master, and the curse "It would be nice to let me die there" are secrets that cannot be seen in the brocade of the peaceful and prosperous age. This is not a story of a loyal minister being wronged, nor is it a legend of a slave rebelling. This is a little person who has been crushed by history, how he used the memory of half a piece of dry food to fight against forty years of forgetfulness, how he used a broken body to seal the dirtiest truth about a family, and how he scraped off forty years of rust and left a trail of blood three days before his death.