After dressing up as a eunuch who had subjugated the country, I handed over the cement formula.
"My lord, if you keep your head moving, the golden beads on your hat will be thrown into my face."
Once the modern polytechnic man opened his eyes, he became the last little eunuch of the Ming Dynasty.
Seeing the emperor hanging himself and the Qing army entering the Pass, the wheels of history rolled around.
He silently took out his homemade cement and began to frantically paste the wall: "Your Majesty, how about we... Save it again?"
The civil and military officials in the court laughed loudly until the concrete city wall resisted the red cannon for three days and three nights.
Chongzhen, who was sitting on the dragon throne, clenched his sleeves tightly, his eyes shining: "Ai Qing, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
He scratched his head: "Surprise? Then we have to look for ore first. Your Majesty, have you heard of Panzhihua?"
