Traveling South in Clothes: I Burned All My Family Members in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

In Jiankang of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, in Wuyi Lane, Wang Xie, a famous scholar, was wagging his tail slightly and chatting in full swing. In the refugee camp in the north of the Yangtze River, children are exchanged for food, and their bones are exposed in the wild. Li Heng crawled out from the pile of dead people and attended an elegant gathering of top nobles. During the dinner, the young master of the Xi family smiled and asked: "Li Jun, are saints ruthless?" He put down the stoneware cup and spread out a dense roll of calculations. "I don't understand saints. I only know how many people can be saved by transporting one stone of grain from Jiankang to Shouchun." The house was filled with dead silence. Director Wang stared at the word "cast rail" on the page and remained silent for a long time. Xi Tan watched him leave and chuckled to his left and right: "This man's arithmetic is not like that of a refugee." They didn't know that that calculation used a statistical model two thousand years in the future. They didn't even know that this gentle and jade-like scholar from a poor family had a whole set of ideological fires hidden in his sleeves that would burn down the entire family. From the refugee camp to the Jiankang court, what he wants to fight is not a strategic war, but a civilized dimensionality reduction attack. "You guys talk about the love of a saint, Xie Heng only does one thing - to bring justice to the poor family in the world."