I Am a Hero in the Song Dynasty

Shen Changan woke up from the pain. It felt like someone had swung an iron rod across my back, burning all the way from my spine to the back of my head, and every breath brought a crushing pain in my chest. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch the injury, but found that his arm was as heavy as lead and could not move at all. "Eldest brother is awake! Mom! Eldest brother is awake!" A childish voice burst out from my ears, full of tears and surprise. Shen Changan struggled to open his eyes. His vision was blurred for a moment before he slowly focused. A small dark and thin face was in front of him, with unwiped snot hanging from the tip of his nose. His eyes were big and bright, and they were filled with tears at the moment. Who is this? Shen Changan's mind was buzzing, and the pain gave him no time to think about it. An overwhelming amount of memories flooded in like a flood. Not his memory. In other words, it is not his memory of Shen Changan - the memory of Shen Changan who stood on Wall Street in 2026 and controlled tens of billions of funds. What came in was the memory of a Northern Song Dynasty soldier named Shen Changan, the son of a military household. His father's name was Shen Boyong, a centurion of the Yan'an frontier army. He died on the battlefield in a battle with the Xixia people six months ago, and his body was not found. My mother, Mrs. Wang, had gray hair in her early thirties. She worked hard all year round and lost most of her body. My younger brother, Shen Changfeng, is twelve years old. He is as thin as a bamboo pole but has a sharp mind. Also: thirty strings.