The Five Dynasties: the Remaining Life of a Rudimentary Dog

When the Tang Dynasty fell, the world was left without a master. The Five Dynasties alternated, wars continued, and the Central Plains sank in seventy years. There are no heroic legends here, no romance of heroes in troubled times. There is only starvation everywhere, people cannibalize each other, soldiers and bandits are indiscriminate, and the situation is precarious. Be a man in prosperous times, be a ghost in troubled times. I have lived in the fifth generation and only then do I understand one thing: In this world, human life is not as good as weeds. Weeds can still bloom in spring, but when people die, they can't even leave their bones. I am the most inconspicuous speck of dust in this troubled world, I watched my neighbor being hacked to death by a soldier just to grab half a piece of cornbread. I watched with my own eyes as children were abandoned in the wilderness and died of cold and starvation. I saw with my own eyes that defeated soldiers massacred villages, refugees ate each other, officials sucked blood, and vassal towns slaughtered indiscriminately. The so-called prosperity of the Five Dynasties and the flourishing of the Ten Kingdoms, It has always been a whitewash by the powerful. The common people at the bottom are only worthy of being mutinous dogs. Survival depends entirely on Gou.