At the End of the Tang Dynasty, I Was a Peasant, I Didn't Panic, I Laughed Drunkenly and I Became an Emperor.

In the last years of the Tang Dynasty, powerful powers emerged and the world was in chaos. Seventy miles outside Yunzhou City, the cowherd boy Feng Feng was lying in the field, holding a grass root in his mouth and looking up at the sky. Along with the "gurgling" sound in my stomach, I sometimes think of the pancakes from my eldest wife's family, and sometimes I think of the fragrance when the village elder's family cooks meat. If a sudden heavy rain hadn't scared away the old cow, maybe the wheel of history would not have fallen. Jiangshan is not named Zhao, stealing a lifetime of glory. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.