Viajando para o final da dinastia Ming, na antiga cidade de Zunhua em Jizhen, o protagonista assume uma fundição de ferro. Veja como ele usa ferro e fogo para reconstruir a vasta terra da nação.
Today was a day of utter humiliation for Yang Fan.
Even now, he was still in a daze.
Those two resounding slaps he received today left his ears ringing and his vision swimming with stars; he stood there, completely stupefied.
He simply couldn’t understand it. He had dropped out of school after middle school just to work and pay for his girlfriend’s education. The day she entered Yanjing University was the day she broke up with him.
He couldn’t make sense of it—when he asked her why, she only said they weren’t from the same world, insisting it was for his own good. He desperately wanted an explanation.
Since she was so determined to end things, and he had always been meek and accommodating with her, he didn’t dare defy her; in despair, he just clung to her hand, unwilling to let go, as if once he released it, she would vanish forever.
He was a stubborn, single-minded person, putting his heart into everything he did.
For the past three years, he, who once had better grades than Qin Xiaoyu, had dropped out to work so she could chase her dreams.
He knew all too well how hard it was for a rural child to change their fate.
Qin Xiaoyu was always asking for money—not just tuition but also for clothes and cosmetics.
He didn’t want her to be mocked by her classmates for living too poorly.
To earn more, he took the most dangerous job as a scaffolder, making sixteen thousand yuan a month yet keeping only five hundred for himself; the rest he gave to Qin Xiaoyu.
For three years, he worked himself to the bone for