Unintentionally, Henry Clark became a man of the Song Dynasty. The people he interacts with include not only poets whose names echo through the ages, but also infamous corrupt officials, outlaws forced onto Liangshan, and women of legendary beauty and fame.

　　This is an era of "the moon atop the willow, lovers meeting after dusk," where there are truly romantic men for the ages; where brilliant lines of poetry shine for a thousand years; where dazzling commercial song and dance performances and ever-changing business competition abound...

　　In this splendid era, Henry Clark finds himself at home, enjoying the refined life of the times like a fish in water.

　　There are no court intrigues or official power struggles in this book. What it depicts is simply the worldview of ordinary people in Song Dynasty cities.

　　Perhaps the content of this book will overturn your habitual thinking about the Song Dynasty, but please savor it carefully.

【Part One: The Magnificent Prelude】

Chapter One: Welcome to the Great Song

　　Henry Clark clearly remembered the scene when he first opened his eyes in this world—a dense forest of ancient trees, with a few scattered pieces of luggage abruptly placed among the lush greenery, and a person lying on the ground—that person was himself.

　　Henry Clark tried hard to recall further back, but found his previous memories a complete blur. It seemed that the plane he was on exploded midair, broke into two, and threw him out. As he fell, a few suitcases floated around him.

　　Next, a black hole appeared in the sky, as if the heavens had been pierced...

　　His memory was blank after that, until Henry Clark opened his eyes again.

　　After opening his eyes, Henry Clark looked around and his first thought was of the TV show "Survivor"...

　　Once he regained his senses, he sighed and checked his body, discovering, to his amazement, that he had no serious injuries at all.

　　He jumped up and checked his surroundings—the scattered luggage was wedged in rock crevices or hanging from high branches. After quite a bit of effort, he finally managed to gather all the luggage.

　　There were seven pieces in total, none containing any food, only some essential travel items. Five belonged to women, filled with cosmetics, sexy lingerie, and fashionable dresses... One thoughtful lady had even packed some travel medicine: Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid for diarrhea, Furazolidone, Smecta, and a small amount of cold and anti-inflammatory medicine.

　　The two men's suitcases were both name brands. One belonged to a workaholic, with only two simple outer garments inside, the rest of the space filled with English contracts, market research reports, and descriptions of the destination city, as well as an English novel—not even an mp3 player. Boring!

　　The other suitcase belonged to a fantasist, a man seemingly always prepared for a "Survivor" scenario. His suitcase contained a "U.S. Army Field Survival Manual," a multi-tool Swiss Army knife, a compass... This man was also a seasoned traveler, with a thick stack of tourist maps, each marked up, showing he had visited all those places.

　　Now, what the fantasist hadn't experienced, Henry Clark would continue.

　　It was that "Field Survival Manual" that greatly helped Henry Clark. Relying on its guidance, he made his own bow and arrows, fishing nets, traps, and snares, learned to identify edible foods and fruits, and used this knowledge to survive the initial hardships and walk out of the forest alive.

　　Time passed unnoticed in the mountains, and Henry Clark missed recording the first few days of his survival experience. By the time he looked back, those days spent tormented by hunger had already become a blur, so much so that he couldn't say exactly how long he had stayed. He only remembered arriving when spring flowers filled the air, and finding the first human village when autumn leaves had all fallen.

　　By then, the long jungle life had left his hair long and disheveled, his clothes tattered and nearly naked. Prolonged solitude had made his voice hoarse, to the point where he could barely speak human language...

　　Once his mind cleared and he gradually mastered the local language, two more full moons passed, and it was already winter.

　　After the accident, his memory seemed fragmented and intermittent. He thought he would live out his life with amnesia, but as he recovered, so did his memory—and his memory became exceptionally good. Though not quite photographic, everything he had experienced in the past now resurfaced one by one, as if it were yesterday.

　　After his memory returned, Henry Clark found his physical strength had also recovered... but something seemed off. His strength was now astonishing; he could easily lift things he never would have dreamed of before—was this the result of "wilderness survival"? If so, the gain was a bit too much. He secretly estimated: if he entered the Olympics now, he would definitely be a weightlifting champion...

　　By the fireside, an old man of about fifty welcomed the awakened Henry Clark. Casually poking the coals in the brazier with a fire stick, he asked in a thick Hunan accent, "Where does the guest come from?"

　　This was Henry Clark's first time entering this large wooden house, and he had a reason for coming—just a few days earlier, he had spoken for the first time and saved a plow ox.