A sudden car accident threw Li Mo, a graduate student in the 21st century history department, into the heart of the precarious Qin Empire. The cold rain, the muddy and unfamiliar ancient road, and the heavy "half taels" of money in the palm of his hand with the smell of copper, all ruthlessly announced the fact that he had traveled through time!
I only remember that I was in a car accident and traveled across time, and the rest of my memory is blank. He was penniless, didn't understand the language, and was under the rule of the First Emperor who relied on the law and was prone to getting into trouble. Xianyang City is crawling at the end of the rain curtain like a giant beast. It is not only his only hope, but also the abyss that swallows him. When he first came to Guijing, he was almost attacked by the guard's sword because he blocked a mysterious and majestic motorcade. The pale and majestic hand glimpsed behind the car curtain, and the money bag thrown out like a beggar, made him feel cold all over, and a terrible guess crept into his heart - he might have offended the supreme being unintentionally.
Li Mo must survive in this strange and harsh era. His only weapons are historical fragments and modern thinking that transcend thousands of years. But is knowing history a blessing or a curse? The flames of burning books, the shadow of Confucianism, the massive project of building the Great Wall in the north and conquering Baiyue in the south... The wheel of history is rumbling forward. He tried to be cautious and only wanted food and clothing, but he found that the knowledge he possessed - especially the paper on "Wule Gongming", could actually become the key to stirring up troubles.
When the modern soul collides with the iron-blooded empire, will it survive in an ignoble way or struggle to survive? Should we stand by and watch the tragedy of history, or should we try to throw a pebble into the torrent?
