White Water Makes Fire

In the first year of Jianping, the palace in Jiyang was illuminated by red light at night, and a golden harvest grew in the courtyard. A child from a declining clan was born in a vision and named Liu Xiu. In the same year, under the lights of Chang'an, another "Liu Xiu" also began to pay attention to this name. Wang Mang, as promised by the Duke of Zhou, wanted to restore the world with etiquette; Liu Xin collated the books and the destiny of heaven; by the white water in Nanyang, the real Liu Xiu only cared about how light a new coin was, and how expensive a bucket of rice was. A few points. The new dynasty was restructured, money and law were in chaos, Wang Tian was on the ground, and private property was harmed. The world is like a scroll of old slips that has been scraped and revised over and over again, becoming more and more chaotic as it gets revised. The green forest rises, the red eyebrows move, the royal family, the powerful, the humble scholars, the refugees, Rangers and Confucian scholars were all pushed into this fire. Liu Xiu originally wanted to farm, study, and be an official, and live a stable life. But the prophecy of white water, the talisman of Chifu, the meteor of Kunyang sky, and the combination of Hucan ice pushed him step by step to the center of the world. This is a story about destiny coming to earth. It is also the story of how a person learned to endure, learn to bear, and learn to make choices in troubled times, and finally walked from the white water to the city of Luoyang.