Programmer Zhao Chen opened his eyes and became a refugee in the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
When he was so hungry that he was chased by officers and soldiers as yellow scarves, he hid in a haystack and bumped into the little emperor eating wheat cakes.
"I think you have an extraordinary appearance, so I will leave it to you to support the Han Dynasty!" The jade seal of the Kingdom was stuffed into his arms.
When the emperor slipped away, several old ministers with holes in their fine clothes knelt on the ground: "Lord! Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, and we are homeless!"
There was a "ding" in his mind: "The emperor system is activated! Newbie's task: cut down ten trees and build the Qixian Pavilion."
Zhao Chen looked at his pixelated self in the Yuxi interface: "Damn, this broken system doesn't even give out gift packs to novices?"
