Ming Dynasty Scribe

On the day he was expelled from the Imperial College, Chen Zian threw Qing Jin on the table: "Students are afraid that wearing these clothes will make them unable to write in the future." Three days later, in Wujiang County, Suzhou Prefecture, there was a book stall in front of the Town God's Temple. The sign is crooked, but bright and dazzling: "Nothing will be taken from the wronged, and double the amount from the unjust." He tore open four layers of a fake deed in court and saved thirty acres of paddy fields in Leijia Village; Under the lamplight, he could see through the ink-colored creases of half of the remaining painting, revealing ten years of smuggling in the depths of Taihu Lake. He doesn't know martial arts and doesn't know how to take imperial examinations. He only relies on a torn-up copy of "Da Ming Law" and his calculation of people's hearts to carve a way out for the lower class in the gap between the powerful and the subordinates. Someone was watching him from the dark. Someone is paving the way for him. Someone is waiting for him to die. And the other half of the fragmented painting hides a secret bigger than smuggling. [No system, no martial arts, no imperial examination promotion. This is the story of a scrivener who changed his life with the tip of his pen.