When he opened his eyes, he became the resurrected Qin Shihuang, and Li Si and Zhao Gao were plotting to correct the imperial edict.
I silently clicked on my phone, released the real-time drone surveillance footage, and casually clicked the report button on Liu Bang and Xiang Yu's uprising live broadcast.
The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty fell into collective petrification looking at the "miracle" that appeared out of thin air.
Until I used a loudspeaker to broadcast to the whole Xianyang: Dear citizens of Daqin, Daqin's fifth-generation hybrid rice yields 5,000 kilograms per mu!
Tu Sui, who was marching south to Baiyue, suddenly received a satellite positioning operation order.
Three years later, when I drove an armored car through the Maurya capital, the last empire in the world declared its surrender.
During the imperial meeting, I pushed away the world map and said, "My dear friends, let's see where else we can grow potatoes."
