Da'an Buyi Ce

Da'an, Jinghe twenty-seventh year. Two hundred years of peace have worn away the spirit of the founding of the dynasty, and also breed endless decay. Within the capital, there are many factions, aristocratic families, nobles, and princes are fighting against each other, and there is an endless struggle for power; in the countryside thousands of miles away, the fertile land is in the hands of the powerful, extortionate taxes and exploitation are layer upon layer, and ordinary people are struggling on the edge of life and death. The barbarians in the north repeatedly invaded the border, the border army was weak, and the treasury was becoming increasingly empty. Everyone could smell the coming troubled times. Linjia Village in Qingxi County is just an inconspicuous corner of this vast land. A cold rain took away the last chance of life of the original owner, and also allowed Lin Yan, who came from a thousand years later, to take over the body of this sixteen-year-old boy. His parents died young, his house was dilapidated, and he still had an unpayable food debt. Looking around, it was a desperate situation. The two memories merged completely, and the experience, knowledge, and strategies of the past half-life became his only reliance. The wind howled outside the door, and the footsteps of debt collectors could be heard faintly. Lin Yan slowly sat up straight, and slowly tightened his skinny palms. Da'an is about to fall, and the world is unfair. Then it will be up to me, a commoner, to write strategies and turn things around step by step.