Chronicles of Zhu League

Every hoe made by A Lu, the apprentice blacksmith, is exactly the same. But he couldn't hold a blacksmith shop. The distribution of iron tools was unified, corvee labor was increased, and business groups exploited. When he was about to die, he retrieved the memories of his previous life and realized that the rules that had been in operation for hundreds of years had long been rotten from the roots. Forty years ago someone tried to change it and was crushed to pieces. Forty years later, he stood on the deserted beach on the south coast without thinking about saving the world. I just want to light a new fire and try a path that is not available in the old world. Whether it succeeds or not, no one knows. But the water in Weichuan has to flow forward.