Tianyuan Revelation: the Commoner Emperor

Heavy snowfall in Kurulu Village. Three-year-old Bo Xijizheng knelt in front of his parents' graves. No one in the village dared to adopt this "relatively restricted" child. The grandmother-in-law of the neighboring village picked him up and found that he was not crying. He was just looking at the world quietly with his bright black eyes open. He doesn't want to be a hero. He just wants an adobe house, a few acres of thin farmland, a wife who can accompany him to see peach blossoms, and a daughter who can teach her to write the word "ren". But this is not allowed in troubled times. The defeated soldiers burned his home and killed his people. He knelt on the ruins of the mulberry house, buried his wife's body in the frozen soil, and held his daughter's lost cloth shoes in his palms. Blood drops on the snow, like red flowers. Bo Xijizheng, who only wanted to farm, died. The one who survives is the one who has to hold the knife. No cheats. There is no system. There is no time travel and rebirth. He only has "benevolence" engraved in his bones and the simplest insight into human nature. He uses the stupidest method and takes the safest path. From "Little Wood" in Kulu Village, to "Brother Bo Xi" in Sanglu, to "General Benevolence" with millions of righteous soldiers, to the founder of the country who ended hundreds of years of war. He spent his whole life carving the word "benevolence" from the sand table into thousands of miles of Jiuzhou. This is a mortal epic. There is no luck of cheating all the way, only a body of flesh and blood with old wounds not healed and new wounds added. If you are tired of reading system cultivation, sign-in flow, and invincible articles, and want to find a story that will make you cry, make you feel pain, and make you unable to calm down for a long time after you hide the book—— Come in and sit. Bo Xijizheng, please drink tea.