My name is Zhao Mutou, the most honest man in the Liang Dynasty. I have been hardworking all my life, and ended up freezing to death and ruining the temple.
When I opened my eyes again, I became Zhao Mo, a modern young man. Faced with a faucet that produces water on its own, an iron box (mobile phone) that transmits sounds thousands of miles away, and tin monsters (cars) running all over the street, I performed a petrification on the spot.
In order not to reveal my secret, I had to use the old-time tenant's special skill - to roll myself into death!
Others are 996, but I just "007 the ancient version" - dance at the sound of chickens, stay up late and read at night. While the involution elites were still striving for efficiency, I had already begun to use "Tiangong Kaiwu" to optimize code and "Qi Min Yao Shu" to manage company team building. Accidentally, my "honest man's workshop" became popular. The elites who looked down on me at first were dumbfounded. Even the most beautiful girls said that my serious look was very "old style".
I touched my head. Isn't this a craft passed down from our ancestors, the old Zhao family? Wait, why does that enemy who always wants to acquire my company look more and more like the wealthy landlord who robbed me of my land title in a previous life?
