I, a Ph. D. In Physics in the 21st century, have passed through the body of a tomb robber in the late Tang Dynasty.
At the beginning, there was only one Luoyang shovel, and his teammate was a chatterbox who was afraid of the dark.
Until I dug out the first lost "Gan Shi Star Book" and used celestial mechanics to calculate the location of the feudal town's granary.
The tomb robbers knelt down one after another: "Brother, should we dig up the imperial tomb next?"
I took out the lever principle with my backhand: "Why dig a grave? Follow me to the river to set up a waterwheel."
While Jiedushi was still using wooden oxen to dislodge horses, my four-wheeled carriage was already running on the cement road.
When the rebels charged with Mo Dao, my counterweight trebuchet had already blasted open the city gate.
One day, the little emperor tugged on my sleeve and said, "Master, a fire-breathing dragon was discovered in the Western Regions..."
I looked at the steam engine drawing I had just finished and chuckled:
"Tell the Anxi Protectorate that that is our new railway."
