In 1279 AD, the Song Dynasty died.
Lu Xiufu carried the young emperor and crossed the sea, followed by tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians.
Since then, Chinese civilization has entered the darkest age.
In the autumn of 1351 AD, Li Er, a sesame vendor, did not want to continue to be a slave, so he rose up and attacked Xiao County in one fell swoop, gathering tens of thousands of hungry people.
The people in Xiao County are poor and have no insurance anywhere.
The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers arrived very soon, but the rebel army had run out of food and grass.
As a last resort, Sesame Li Er gathered all the army rations and made several baskets of sesame seed cakes.
Announce to all the soldiers that they are about to launch an attack on the military town of Xuzhou and fight for survival in the face of death.
Those who are willing to go with me can step forward and take two sesame seed cakes to serve as war food.
Those who are willing to survive can take a sesame seed cake and leave on their own.
"I, Peng, have a big belly, and one sesame seed cake is not enough to eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong man stepped forward, grabbed a sesame seed cake with one hand, and wolfed it down.
"Isn't it just death?
In this world, who can live to be forty?"
Zhao Junyong, a poor scholar, smiled, picked up two sesame seed cakes and followed Peng Da.
"I, I can't say, I, I'm afraid of being hungry."
The village scoundrel Pan Tuzi stepped forward with a playful smile, grabbed two sesame seed cakes and put them firmly in his arms for fear of being snatched away.
"I've grown so big, but these days I feel like a human being."
Mao Gui, a strong-footed man, thought for a while and shouted with all his strength.
"Go to hell and show your personality."
The three Zhang brothers who were carrying the coffin waved their arms and stepped forward to grab the sesame cakes.
With tears in their eyes, they filled their stomachs with big mouthfuls.
"Go to hell, act like yourself!"
The crowd was furious.
Countless men shed tears and stretched their hands to the baskets of sesame cakes.
In the blink of an eye, the number of soldiers around Sesame Li changed from eight to eight hundred, eight thousand, or even more.
The sesame cakes in the basket have long been scattered, but more and more men are gathering behind Sesame Li.
Although, most of them only have sticks and stones in their hands.
They knew the trip was a narrow escape, so they went.
In the decades that followed, their blood spread across the land of China.
Most of them were unable to see the victory coming.
However, they used their blood and lives to write an upright "human" character between heaven and earth.
One stroke, one stroke: