Dressed as a construction site when the Southern Song Dynasty was about to die, I took on a life-threatening project: to repair the crooked building where the emperor worshiped heaven within three days, otherwise the nine tribes would be killed.
There is no system, just a head full of "Construction Specifications" and Party B's training. When the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were arguing and dancing, I silently took out the masonry knife and abacus.
"Your Majesty, the foundation of this building needs to be excavated and the soil replaced. The construction period is tight and extra people will have to be added."
"Is the city wall going to collapse? Reinforce it with bamboo bars. You need to budget more money."
"The road is blocked? The standardized official road will be opened to traffic in three months. If there is any delay, I will report it to you."
I wanted to live a humble life, but who knew——
A talented technical woman stole my blueprints: "Young master's algorithm, is it taught by an immortal?"
The female battlefield doctor silently cooked porridge: "You cultivate the world, and I will heal you."
The daughter of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River handed over the account book: "You will share 50% of the income from this trip, and the dowry will be calculated separately."
A female general from the enemy country came to visit late at night: "If you are willing to surrender, my cavalry... And even me will be yours."
Later, the Mongol Khan cursed the formation outside the city. I climbed up the newly poured city wall and shouted:
"Hey! The lever ratio of your siege vehicle is wrong! I'll sell you the improved blueprints for ten thousand taels of gold!"
Standing at the top of the thousands-mile road network, the emperor rubbed his hands and asked me: "My dear, the treasury... Can we build another canal?"
I took out the crumpled budget sheet and showed Party B a professional smile:
"Your Majesty, we really need to pay more this time."
