I open my eyes to find myself in the Zhenguan era, a down-and-out nobody named Pei Yuan.
> My house is bare, creditors are pounding on the door, and even the rice jar is empty.
> I quietly bring out my chemistry formulas: soap, perfume, white sugar... First, I’ll make a fortune.
> The old farmers worship my improved waterwheel as if I were an immortal, while the bigwigs at the Directorate of Works covet my high-grade steel formula.
> Until one day, Li Shimin narrows his eyes as he reads a report on the increased yields from the curved plow:
> “Could this Pei Yuan be an auspicious sign sent by Heaven?”
> He waves a hand. “Summon Pei Yuan to the palace. Have him make something bigger for Us!”
> I stay up all night sketching a steam engine. This time, I may have taken things a little too far.
Read 8 chapters. Not my cup of tea. The details were revealed too quickly, and he was directly confronted by the emperor and put into prison as a general. Later, Changsun Wuji's son directly harmed him for no apparent reason. He didn't like this style.
Small problems can be magnified infinitely
666. Does the chemistry teacher know that you made the knowledge he taught you into a physical object and brought it to Datang?