The Song Dynasty Died, and Everyone Here Is Responsible!

I don't know why this is happening, time travel is not something I imagined. Others traveled through time and became a master, while I traveled through time and became a cow and a horse - the sunset on the cliff mountain, the deserted beach on the isolated island, and I couldn't even eat salt. I just want to go home. You need a boat to go home: robbed a sea-going boat and rescued a boatman who was tied up; People have to eat, dry salt, forge iron, and open up wasteland, and life is like this. The refugees voted for me, the natives robbed me of my salt, and the maritime merchants came to me to do business. Even the surviving ministers of the Song Dynasty blocked the door with a half-grown child in their arms, crying and asking for the restoration of the country - just accept it first. When there are more people, they quarrel. During the day, they lead people to work, and at night, they solve cases. A broker who wanted to go home became the backbone of the world. Many years later, the world was finally settled, and I finally figured out how the Song Dynasty fell: Everyone here has a responsibility. As for me? I just want to go home - as I go back and forth, the image of home seems to be getting clearer.