The Ten-String Bride

Late in the Hongshun reign came a famine year. A peck of rice sold for three thousand five hundred cash, people ate people, the common folk rose up, and no end of heroes bent their backs to it. By the first year of Yong'an, a pack of country farmers with the mud barely washed off — sabers at their hips, wives in tow, brats underfoot — stamped their feet into court boots and became the new nobility.

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