Qin Mo, an ordinary courier from the 21st century, suffered from dizziness in his head while delivering a package. He ran a red light in a daze and was hit by a speeding truck. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a pile of dead people in a mass grave, wrapped in tattered linen, surrounded by the stench of decay and the gnawing sounds of wild dogs. He did not travel through time to become a prince or grandson, nor did he possess powerful ministers. He was not even a master of martial arts with special skills. He was just a poor man on the border of Datong Prefecture who did not even deserve a name and could die of cold and hunger at any time. In this feudal era where human life was regarded as nothing, the excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes imposed by the government and the cruel exploitation by the landlords were like mountains that weighed down people's breath.
