Li Mo, a graduate student in the Department of History, wrote his thesis on the Zhenguan period.
When he woke up, he became a failed scholar who committed suicide by drowning himself in a river outside Chang'an City. In the first year of Zhenguan, when the Tang Dynasty was first established, 200,000 Turkic troops pressed into the country. Undercurrents surged above the court, and the noble families had their own agendas. And he didn't even know where tomorrow's breakfast would be.
This was not the prosperous Tang Dynasty he was familiar with - this was a mess that could collapse at any time.
Fortunately, he brought with him a reserve of knowledge spanning 1,400 years. Papermaking, waterwheels, ordnance, water conservancy, imperial examination reform... While others were still fighting for power with swords, he had already used his brain to leverage the operation of the entire empire.
Li Shimin: "I employ people based on their talents. If Li Mo is talented, I will use him."
Changsun Wuji: "This man's brain is more terrifying than his origin."
Fang Xuanling: "In the court, walking fast does not necessarily mean you can go far. Walking steadily is the key."
Cheng Yaojin: "Young man, you are quite interesting."
It took him fifteen years to start from a small official of the eighth rank to become Shangshu Youpuse and Wei Guogong. And these fifteen years happened to be the fifteen years that the Tang Dynasty went from humiliation to glory.
He personally washed away the shame of the Weishui Alliance; he personally laid the cornerstone of the Zhenguan era.
This is not the legend of one person, it is the epic of an era.
