Dressed as Ying Qi, the eighteenth son of the First Emperor who died young, I just want to survive.
But I saw old farmers exhausting their strength with straight-hook plows, and heard that border officials mutinied due to lack of food and grass.
Knowledge surged in his mind: This Great Qin is sick.
Starting from a curved shaft plow, I quietly improved farm tools and calculated grain and grass.
The way the First Emperor looked at me changed from indifferent to inquisitive, and finally as intense as fire.
He brought me to the huge map: "Qi'er, tell me, how to build a foundation that will last forever?"
My fingertips traced the rivers and mountains: "Father, the cornerstone is not in gold and stone, but between the human heart and the track."
The court was in an uproar, and Confucianism and Legalism criticized him.
And I have quietly laid out the blueprint——
Cement straight roads ran through the north and south, standardized parts began to be mass-produced, and the prototype of the Gewuyuan began to take shape.
When the Huns' cavalry knocked on the gate again, they were greeted by steel crossbows and beacon telegrams.
I stood at the top of Xianyang City, smiling at the forest of machines and firelight behind me:
"Welcome to the new Great Qin."
