Thirty years after I died, one of my descendants became emperor.
The day I transmigrated and became a tenant farmer, I figured out one thing:
I might never become emperor in this life, but I could make sure my children and grandchildren did.
Liu, the rich landlord, bullied me? I endured it.
The village head made things difficult for me? I endured it.
Everyone thought I was a simple, honest peasant.
They didn’t know that every night I taught my son to read history books, do the accounts, and understand people’s hearts.
They didn’t know that every coin I secretly saved was paving the way for my descendants.
And they had no idea what I told my children and grandchildren before I died:
“Our family will produce an emperor.”
Thirty years later, the new emperor ascended the throne and posthumously honored me as the founding ancestor.
But they didn’t know that before I transmigrated, I was just a history student staying up late to write a thesis.
This is the story of an old fox who climbed from a ruined temple to the imperial ancestral temple.
Don’t fight for the moment. Fight for the ages.
Don’t become the emperor. Become the emperor’s ancestor.
Endure for decades, and only the one who laughs last truly wins.
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