A Hundred Years of Peace

During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the world collapsed. A fifteen-year-old farm boy in central Fujian only had a hoe and a half-thumbed volume of "Six Tao" in his hand. My father was taken away by the police, and my mother was coughing in front of the stove. He squatted on the ridge of the field and pulled weeds. On the other side of the field were notices about additional levies and an endless supply of grain. Then he stood up and walked toward the mountain. From defending the village to self-defense to entering Zhejiang, from fighting battle after battle to sitting on the dragon's throne in Luoyang, Chen Jing walked his whole life. He established a dynasty called "Dawu" and brought hatchets and old swords into the coffin. But he knew that the world was not yet settled. For the next one hundred and forty years, his descendants faced the same problem generation after generation - after defeating them, what next? Minimalist white drawing, cold and hard texture. It's not about fighting, but about people's position in history - you can win, but can you hold on? You can keep it, but can your son?