I've Traveled All over the World with Secondhand Goods

After Lin Zhao was laid off, he returned to the flea market to help his uncle look after the stalls. He thought his life had hit rock bottom until he spent thirty yuan to buy a rusted waistband. That night, when he opened his eyes, he was already standing on the city wall on a snowy night in Liaodong in the late Ming Dynasty. The enemy troops outside the city surrounded the city, and the food and medicine in the city were exhausted. He was held down in the snow as a deserter and almost stabbed. What's even worse is that the bronze mirror that brought him here is unresponsive. Lin Zhao thought that he had really traveled through time, and he really couldn't go back. In order to survive, he moved rocks, sent arrows, put out fires, and used a little modern common sense to struggle in a dead situation. But when he finally became friends with the city guarding captain, the gunpowder maker's apprentice, the military widow, and the old soldier, he realized that the key to returning home was never to complete the mission. But it is recognized by people of this era. From Liaodong Gucheng to Bianliang Night Market; from Chang'an in the prosperous Tang Dynasty to Baigong in the south of the Yangtze River; from the wind and snow at Hanguan to the reverberations of various dynasties. An old thing, an era. A dead end, a group of friends. Many years later, Lin Zhao looked at the increasingly lively friends from various dynasties in the bronze mirror, and finally understood: He is not traveling through history. He is lighting the forgotten lights of the world.