Listen to Chao Minlou

In March of the first year of Longqing, three corpses floated in the reeds of the Jiaxing Canal. Zhang Jiulang, a 16-year-old county official, took out half a waist tag and a piece of shredded silk woven with deer's Ganoderma lucidum from the deceased's waist, and thus fell headlong into the invisible bottomless net of the late Ming Dynasty. He has no time travel, no system, only a box of military books left by his grandfather and an old book full of marching experiences. Investigate murder cases, fight against wealthy gentry, join the Imperial Guard, and organize the sea frontier. Relying on the calculations in "Sun Tzu" and "Wu Zi", he gradually rose from being a sergeant in a small town in Jiaxing to being a commander of the Jinyi Guards. He witnessed with his own eyes the opening of the sea in Longqing, Zhang Juzheng's reforms, the Three Great Conquests of Wanli, the Donglin Party Struggle, the collapse of Liaodong, and the change of the Jiashen Kingdom... He has seen the best of times, and he has kept it rotten to the core. Seventy-eight years later, in the first year of Hongguang, the ninety-four-year-old man stroked the cracked embroidered spring knife in its sheath and slowly spoke to his grandson: "To start from the beginning, we have to start with the rain in the first year of Longqing and the three floating corpses."