I Am Making Soy Sauce in History

He had seen the beacon fires in Makino and heard the hundreds of schools of thought contending in Jixia; he had looked up at Emperor Qin's peerless majesty in sweeping Liuhe, and he had also witnessed the eternal tribulation fire in Afang Palace that soared into the sky in March. He worked as a mute man selling cakes on the streets of Chang'an, and as a down-and-out scholar at the theater in Hongqiao, Bianjing. He once put away the broken flag in the bloody cold wind of Yashan Mountain, and swept the steps in the lonely cold snow of the Forbidden City. Unnamed in the annals of history, traceless in the years, he is not a chess player who has made all the changes, but a silent spectator who has never left the table in this mighty chess game of five thousand years.