This is a historical story written against the backdrop of a real person's real name.

The master, starting from an apprentice, only two hundred oceans, spent sixteen years, his family wealth is rivaled by the country, and at the same time, he shows a kind of perseverance and courage of our nation.

In the ancient canal in early autumn, the water is like a soft green silk surrounding the ancient town, the lotus flowers of Xiaolianzhuang in the famous garden of the south of the Yangtze River bloom in the morning glow, and the ancient books in the Jiayetang library are silent. In the glow, the light gauze-like fog tent smeared Nanxun, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with a crystal autumn color.

I walked on the ancient bluestone pavement, walked through the streets and alleys, and traced my roots, as if returning to the glorious years recorded in the yellowing local chronicles.

In 1842, after Shanghai was opened up as a treaty port, the intelligent Nanxun people relied on the world's famous "Jili Lake Silk", from the bluestone road in their hometown to Shanghai Tang, and did business with foreigners, creating a national industry - Jili Lake Silk directly to the world's precedent, but also emerged a group of huge rich people, commonly known as "four elephants and eight cows", is the largest silk merchant group in modern China. These famous families left behind many mansions. When I stepped into the famous mansions and the high and powerful courtyards, I looked up at the brick carved gatehouses, as if I met with the sages wearing robes and coats or suits and leather shoes, and listened to them tell the story of the vicissitudes of the family style for a hundred years.

The imprint of history lingering on the bluestone slab is the golden years of a wisp of silk "weaving".

Standing on the stone bridge engraved with the traces of time, you can see the long water and the long road, which has penetrated the dust of history and soaked in a hundred years, which continues to this day.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Xiaolianzhuang was stationed in 10 units, including the "98 Hospital", which played a protective and destructive role in Xiaolianzhuang.

That night, I had the opportunity to have many long conversations with the two old gentlemen, Tang Fuzhang and Yi Huang, who were the administrators at the time. Learn about many of the stories that happened here.

When I was a child, I slept alone on the upper floor of the osmanthus hall in Xiaolianzhuang, and the drizzle beat the window lattice, as if to tell me many stories that had happened here. At that time, I had the idea to write the story of this place in order to pass on the spirit and culture of my people. It took me many years to grasp a large amount of historical information, and now I have completely sorted it out and dedicated it to you.

The story is full of ups and downs and intricate complexity. It involves local human history, traditional culture and national spirit. I hope you enjoy it.