[Ancient Style Machiavellianism + Craftsman Spirit + Ordinary Heroes + Two-way Redemption + Human Fireworks] Slave book with a severed hand, half a bronze gauge holding bleeding marks - the first day she survived, she wanted to destroy this cannibalistic world.
Modify the shaft of the plow and let the corn in the hungry woman's basket pile up into a hill; when repairing the crossbow machine, carve the word "Zhi Ge" in the dark part of the machine to hide the benevolence in the sharp weapon.
Fighting against Zhao Gao, she held up the Qinlu bamboo slips and patted the table: "The law says 'the name of the thing's work', but is this name carved for the dragon chair in Xianyang Palace, or for the cultivators on the field ridge?"
From the sparks in the workshop to the spittle in the court, she clutched the half piece of the gauge tightly and ground it into a cocoon in the iron and fire: "What I am repairing is not a tool, I am building a way for people in the world to survive."
When Ying Zheng's jade seal hung above her head, she smiled at the blade: "You want to lock my craftsmanship? First ask the hoes in Guanzhong Plain if they agree - they all have my name engraved on them.
