"The Self-cultivation of Salted Fish in the Tang Dynasty"
Qin Mu, a history college student, stayed up late to read "The Reign of Zhenguan", and when he opened his eyes, he became Qin Xiao, the only child of the Zhonglie family in the Tang Dynasty.
His grandfather died in battle, his father died escorting him, and his three brothers were all buried in horse leather. All the men in the Qin family shed their blood for Li Tang, leaving him alone as a sick sixteen-year-old boy.
Traveling through three months, he just wanted to recover from his illness, protect his family business, stay far away from the eternal emperor, and live peacefully like a salted fish waiting to die.
But fate did not allow him to do so:
The Turkic cavalry is ready to move in the north, and the shadow of the Weishui Alliance is quietly approaching;
A half-sheet of sheepskin map picked up by chance actually revealed the route of hundreds of thousands of cavalry heading south;
Even the soap he tinkered with at random alarmed the thoughtful emperor in the imperial study.
On one side was Li Shimin's seemingly nonexistent temptation and expectation, on the other was the crisis of the Turkic scimitar hanging above his head. Qin Xiao pinched the soap and map in his hand and suddenly discovered:
Wanting to be a salty fish in the early years of Zhenguan seems... A bit difficult?
"Li Er, Li Er, can't you just let me quietly make a soap and make a fortune?"
He looked at the sunset over Chang'an City and sighed, but he didn't see that he, the last lone seedling of the Qin family, had already been swept into the forefront of history by the torrent of the times.
When Xianyu's ideal collides with the magnificent Tang Dynasty, let's see how this "sick man" nobleman uses modern knowledge to influence the situation of Zhenguan, and blazes his own path between the name of loyalty and Xianyu's heart.
