Datang River Works: Records of River Canals

In the middle Tang Dynasty, in the second year of Changqing, there was a plum rain in Yuhang and the canal embankment cracked. Shen Mo, the son of a river worker, died in prison after his father was accused of "corrupting Mo's project funds". The craftsman is hereditary, has no way to practice, and has no way to take the imperial examination - all he has in his hands is a carving knife passed down by his grandmother, an arithmetic chip, and sixteen characters: The water must flow smoothly, the knife must be stable, the accounts must be clear, and the people must be hidden. He doesn't use a compass, he just puts the numbers in his head and lines them up by himself. On the street, the four pillars of the government's false accounts were revealed, and Cao Tiesi, the boss of the third-floor household, choked under the screen wall - but he didn't make a fuss. He burned the folds, hid the carving knife, and only said to the public: "I won't carve anymore." Then he carried his baggage and boarded a grain ship heading north. Twelve hundred years later, under the Gongchen Bridge in Hangzhou, digital publisher Shen Yizhou dug out the handwritten volume of "River Engineering Essentials" at the bottom of the camphor wood box left by his grandmother. The same city, the same river, the same hands caressing the cocoon of the knife. No system, no rebirth. One river, two generations, one stroke at a time. Please collect and read - He hid his edge, but when will this knife be unsheathed?