The First Ship in Lean Years

The ancestral home was sold in the year of disaster, and the river only received a broken boat. Everyone called him crazy: there were bandits on the river, taxes were collected at the pass, and transporting a boatload of rice was not enough to compensate. However, he heard from the dock clerk that grain from two hundred miles away was moldy in the warehouse, but the price of rice in his hometown increased three times a day. He roped in the lame uncle who knew how to mend boats and the old boat lady who knew the waterways, and took all his belongings to go to the shoals that others refused to go to. The first time I came back, in addition to the food, there was also a warehouseman who was being hunted. To save his life, he had to fight to the end with the boat gangs who controlled the price of food along the river. From borrowing a berth to opening a grain warehouse, from a broken boat to uniting the boat owners of the entire river, Jiang He finally understood: only where food can be transported, there are people who are willing to abide by the rules.