Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.,During the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, year thirty-six, this was a good era.,If he doesn't get what he expected down there, he'll definitely suspect that he put on the wrong clothes.。