The Self-Cultivation of a Time Traveler

He is a time traveler, but he has no system, no space, and no golden fingers. All he had was an ankle that was almost broken due to fatigue at the corvee construction site, and a simple wish to "live well." Daye years, Yunzhong County. When Chen Ping'an, a modern man, opened his eyes, he found that he had become an orphan in Chenjia Village - extremely poor and still owed money from the corvee. The inescapable corvee, the unaccounted grain tax, the cannibalism rules in the county government... After traveling through time, he found that it was more difficult for the lower class people to survive in ancient times than in modern society. Fortunately, someone was willing to give him a hand. Wang Tiejiang, Chessman, Zhao Wencai... These names appeared one after another in his life. He entered the county government office, thinking that he could survive as long as he worked honestly. But found—— "In this county government, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Not taking sides is also a kind of taking sides." Three discrepancies in the grain tax account tore off the county government's veneer of respectability; three forces, the household room, the torture room, and the ceremonial room, were undercurrents; a small clerk who crawled out of the corvee construction site unknowingly became the focus of the game between all parties. Should he continue to be an obedient chess piece and survive in the cracks? Or should we learn to "stand up" and make our own way in this muddy water? The chess old man said: "If you want to avoid being eaten, you must first understand the chessboard." Zhao Wencai said: "I can see those two mistakes of yours - come to work tomorrow."