Chen Yuan, a graduate student in theoretical physics, was thrown into the Xianyang Work Prison in 221 BC by an experimental accident.
Facing the old craftsman who was about to be executed due to "substandard skills", he silently raised his hand: "Um... The quenching process, maybe it can be optimized?"
As a result, the Da Qin Shaofu's desk had an "Instructions for the Improvement of Heat Treatment of Bronze Swords" written with "diagrams" and "data".
Ying Zheng looked at the unheard-of symbols and illustrations that were accurate to the "inch" on the bamboo slips, and his eyes penetrated Mianqi: "Where did this technique of 'investigating objects' come from?"
Chen Yuan took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, this is not magic. If you follow this principle, you can make the crossbow arrows more accurate, the city wall stronger, and the food more abundant. You can even... See the rules of the stars."
From then on, inside the war machine of Da Qin, there was an additional "gear" from the future.
He improved forging, and the saved people's power was invested in more ambitious projects;
He unifies measurement, and his secret standards are reshaping the foundation of production;
He walks on thin ice between the doctor who firmly believes in retrospection and the Tingwei who examines the pros and cons.
Everyone thought that this was just another "magic trick" to help Qin dominate.
Only Ying Zheng, when looking up at the stars late at night, would think of that whisper:
"Your Majesty, our battlefield should probably not be limited to the Six Nations."
When the wheel of history rolls forward, it is destined to reach the end of death;
When the palaces of Xianyang collapsed in the beacon smoke, and the bamboo slips turned to ashes in the fierce fire;
In the darkness of the deep sky, a light named "Da Qin" has just pierced the eternal night.
The history books of the earth know nothing about this.
