Think transmigrating means you can only become a prince?
Some people transmigrate just to deliver food.
A box of braised chicken with rice in exchange for a piece of heirloom jade.
A shipment of military coats that saves three thousand wounded soldiers.
A pack of compressed biscuits that sustains a battle to the death.
A pack of spicy strips... Well, the spicy strips were purely an accident.
Li Song, a delivery rider, thought he was going to lie flat for the rest of his life.
Then he got bound to an ancient general, who pestered him with orders every day:
“Immortal, what are you delivering today?”
“Immortal, the enemy is attacking the city.”
“Immortal, I'm hungry.”
Until one day, the general appeared at the door of his rented room, dressed in imperial robes.
“I've come to have barbecue with you.”
Li Song stared at the lamb skewer in his hand, lost in thought.
Had I somehow fed history off course?
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