Guarding the Border with a Solitary Lamp

There are no miracles from heaven, no golden fingers. A fallen scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, his family was ruined, and he was forced to guard the border. From the bottom of the cannon fodder, he relied on tolerance, ruthlessness, kindness, and courage step by step to survive the mountains of blood and blood on all sides, and saw through the corrupt officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, the malpractices at the border, the factional strife in the court, and the cunning of the captives. Not relying on aristocratic families, powerful people, or luck, he used his body as a commoner to guard the northern border, control the grasslands, strengthen the Great Wall, and secure the people, becoming the last backbone of the poor family in the Ming Dynasty.