I, a Ph. D. In Physics, have transformed into a faint king counting down the days of my country's demise.
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty are waiting for my death, and the vassal kings are sharpening their swords and preparing to seize the dragon throne.
But I just silently took out the Militia Military Training Manual and the Barefoot Doctor Manual.
When the enemy's iron cavalry approached the city, what I gave them were artillery that transcended eras in queuing to kill tactics and standardized assembly line production.
When a wealthy family choked my neck with grain, I offered potatoes, sweet potatoes and chemical fertilizers, and the yield per mu soared.
I held my beloved concubine in my arms, looked at the stars with an astronomical telescope, and said to the kings who were kneeling on the ground:
"I love you. I have shown my cards. In fact, I am really not a tyrant."
"I just know a little bit about science."
