When he woke up, the social animal Zhang Zhao became a run-down farmer on the Weishui River during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.
There is no system, no space, only the residue of mathematics, physics and chemistry in my brain and half of the memory of "Three Hundred Tang Poems".
He just wants to use modern knowledge, make some small inventions, farm hundreds of fields, become a low-key farmer, and spend his life peacefully.
As a result, the curved shaft plow, new spinning wheels, tofu, distilled liquor... Quietly changed rural life.
Until one day, Lao Li, a "retired official" who always came for dinner and had a lot of questions, pointed at the map and asked him: "Boy, if you are an important minister of the imperial court, how should you deal with the Turks and manage the Western Regions?"
Zhang Zhao chewed the dried meat and said casually: "Old Li, this is a big problem for you. You need to pay more!"
He thought it was just an ordinary bragging in the fields, in exchange for some money to improve the food.
Until one day, when the Imperial Guards lined up and the sun was covered with flags, the always-smiling "Old Li", dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, came to his thatched hut:
"Zhang Aiqing, it's easy to talk about adding money. The position of the Duke of the country is at stake with my entire country. Are you willing to take the next step?"
