Qingyangli

In the first year of Jian'an, there was a village called Qingyangli in Yingchuan. Li He started from a piece of borrowed wasteland, plowing the soil spade by spade, planting wheat season by season, and settling accounts with the village landlords one by one. He has no knowledge of time travellers, no systematic assistance, and nothing that does not belong to this era. All he has is a pair of eyes that are more accurate than others, a brain that is colder than others, and a childhood that was broken earlier than others. He wants this village to survive. In a chaotic world where people cannibalize people, under the pressure of land annexation, taxation, corvee, powerful exploitation, and imperial court farming, fifty-two households turned into two hundred, and a village without walls turned into a self-protecting fort. But he slowly discovered that there was a contradiction between what he wanted to protect and the kind of person he had to become in order to protect it. This is a farming story without golden fingers. This is a story about land, food, people's hearts and the price. This is the Three Kingdoms - not the Three Kingdoms where princes compete for hegemony, but the Three Kingdoms that have been forgotten by all history books and where 50 million people turned into 8 million people. Where did those people who disappeared go? People in Qingyang know.