Chang'an Is in Sight

In the third year of Zhenguan, there was a ruined temple outside Chang'an City. Li Xuan woke up from the mud with only three pennies, a piece of dry biscuit, a wooden fish charm, and the broken ribs of the original owner. He has no system, no golden fingers, and no old man talking in his head. He only had a broken body and an eight-year-old orphan who crawled out of the dead like a wild cat. But he is a soul from fourteen hundred years in the future. He understands supply chains, games, and how to survive in the most inconspicuous way in a world of cannibalism. This is not a story about going through Tang Dynasty and cheating. There is no one-sided crushing, no domineering spirit. There is only one man in a desperate situation, using abacus beads, soot and a piece of tissue paper to climb up inch by inch. Chang'an City is far away. But every step counts. Why write about a time-traveler without a golden finger, a system, or a grandfather? Because I wanted to write about an "ordinary person". Li Xuan worked in the supply chain in his previous life. He was not a special soldier, a business wizard, or a doctor of history. The things he knew - how to calculate accounts, how to find the patterns of coal seams, how to survive in the cracks - were all the assets that a modern ordinary person could use in the Tang Dynasty. He is no smarter than the people of the Tang Dynasty, he just has 1,400 years more experience. This experience package must be dismantled bit by bit. If you dismantle it too quickly, it will explode. If you dismantle it too slowly, you will starve to death. I am also exploring this rhythm.