Reborn as the seventh-rank magistrate of Great Chu's poorest county, Gu Bei has a lot to worry about.
Great Chu has lost its literary heritage and doesn't even know what idioms are!
He casually tells everyone, “We must lie on brushwood and taste gall to steel ourselves.” The next day, the county office's rafters are hung with gallbladders, and the constables line up with long faces to lick them...
He only wanted to keep his head down and survive, but an imperial edict forces him to put down a rebellion.
Looking at the vicious rebels, he sighs. “We are the imperial army. How can we slaughter the innocent?”
In an instant, every rebel's sword, spear, and club turns into straw. The enemy is left utterly dumbfounded.
He thought he was starting from the bottom, but with the System in hand, the whole world is his for the taking?
Just as he is congratulating himself, the supreme ruler seated on the throne in court suddenly winks at him and slowly says, “If the first number changes, the second stays the same?”
