Water Margin: Starting from Being Taken in by Master Lu

In the second year of Xuanhe, Zhao Yunan plunged into the world of Water Margin. The good news is, he's not dead. The bad news is that he was lying among the dead in Zhujiazhuang and was regarded as a monster descended from heaven by a group of Liangshan heroes. Lu Zhishen touched his short hair and came to a conclusion - he was born with a disease and was born under the age of fourteen at most. From then on, he had a new name: Zhao Jia Xiao Shorthair. Zhao Yunan stayed in Liangshan honestly. Sweeping the floor, adding firewood, and writing letters home for the illiterate minions. A shabby newspaper and a few pages of old account books spelled out the outline of the world. Fang La had rebelled, and the momentum was so great that the court could not spare any time to take care of Liangshan. Chao Gai was still alive and still drinking with Song Jiang in the Juyi Hall. The river of history is still flowing forward, but some tributaries have changed its course. Zhao Yunan knew that the most important thing for him right now was to survive on this mountain and transform himself from "something picked up by Master Lu" to "a person from Liangshan". He didn't know if he could do it. But he thought clearly - if he could really survive in this world, if he could one day have even a little bit of power in this era, he would do one thing. Sooner or later the Jin people will go south. That is a torrent more violent than Liangshan, Fangla, and all the wind and waves on this eight hundred miles of water. He can't change the direction of the torrent, but maybe, he can be a nail. A nail driven into the path of the torrent. It doesn't need to be big, it just needs to be hard enough and firm enough to trip them when iron hooves step on it. That was the biggest thing he could think of as a little person