Da Song: I Turned the Soft Song into an Iron Song

When Lu Chen opened his eyes, he was in Hou Zhou's sick camp. Chai Rong coughed up blood, Zhao Kuangyin was in charge of the army, it hadn't snowed yet in Chenqiao, and the Song Dynasty had not yet had a name. He crawled out from the pile of dead people, first saved a pawn who was about to be dragged to be burned, and then was brought to the bedside to extend the life of Zhou Shizong, who died young, for three days. From that day on, Lu Chen was involved in the three hundred years of Zhao and Song. He has seen yellow robes put on people, and he has also seen soldiers release their power over a glass of wine. He heard Liao cavalry ride on the ice outside Chanzhou City, saw scholar-bureaucrats fighting for new policies during the Qingli period, and saw Wang Anshi overcooking the medicine to save the country during the Xining Dynasty. He has seen the lights of Bianjing shining like daylight, and he has also seen the city gates of Jingkang open on a snowy night. He served as a military doctor, managed the list of wounded soldiers, guarded the border medical clinic, checked the military ration accounts, and wrote pension books for unknown soldiers. The emperor will grow old. Famous ministers will disperse. The children and grandchildren of old friends will also call him Mr. Lu with gray hair. Three hundred years later, the sea breeze blew past Yashan. Lu Chen closed the account book full of names and realized that he was not a person forgotten by time. He is the one left behind by time to keep accounts for everyone.