Hanheng

In the first year of Zhongping, the Yellow Turbans appeared everywhere. Ten-year-old Shen Heng, carrying three volumes of manuscripts and an old letter left by his father, headed north from Chenliu and plunged into this troubled world. He has no family background, no money, and only a word left by his father: words can deceive, but counting cannot. From being a footman in the Lu family's study room to being an assistant in Liu Bei's army; from verifying household registration in a village to supervising the grain roads in a state - everyone thought that this young man who knew how to settle accounts was a capable official. As far as Chaibi City, he led 200 remnants to defeat 300 fine cavalry; as far as the Yishan Pass, he used a three-story mountain stronghold to drive back Cao's army; to the top of Jiangling City, Lu Meng's merchant ship in white clothes crossing the river had not yet reached the shore, and the water gate had already fallen. Only the world can see clearly: this secretary who manages the accounts can turn a city into bones that cannot be chewed when defending; when attacking, it can turn a partial army into a knife inserted into the hinterland of Guanzhong. Guan Yu was not defeated in Maicheng, Liu Bei was not defeated in Yiling, and Zhuge Liang no longer went deep into the Northern Expedition alone. On Xiliuyuan, thirty thousand versus thirty thousand, he spent three days breaking the back of Cao Wei's famous general. At the gate of Ba City in Chang'an, someone advised him to build the palace first. He said: Build the school and medical center first, and the palace last. Under the altar in the southern suburbs of Luoyang, Cai Yan shed tears silently - her father died in Chang'an Prison and did not live to see this day until his death. She saw it for him. Restore the Han Dynasty and return it to the old capital. This time, it's not just empty words. [No time travel, no system, no golden fingers | From account books to handsome seal, a little man brought the Han Dynasty back from the edge of the cliff for forty-eight years]