Cao Jianguo, 35 years old, is slightly fat and bald. He works two jobs a day. His wife is sick, his children have to go to school, and he is so poor that he can't even buy strawberries.
His only happiness is listening to time-travel novels while driving, imagining that one day he can travel back in time and become an emperor - no need to go to work, no need to repay loans, and a harem of three thousand beauties, so he can lie down as long as he wants.
God really let him wear it.
Dragon robes were added to the body, the officials knelt down and worshiped, and 108 dishes were placed on the table. He cried: This is how people live!
But he soon discovered that being an emperor was more tiring than delivering food. The treasury is empty, officials are corrupt, the people are rebelling, and the enemy is coming. He wanted to lie down, but his conscience wouldn't allow it. He used modern methods to carry out reforms - planting potatoes, burning cement, issuing national bonds, opening colleges, and making a lot of ridiculous stories.
Daliang was strengthened by his torture, but he also became thinner, older, and his hair turned white.
He began to crazily miss his small home, his wife who always got lumpy when cooking noodles, and the children who rode on his face and called "Daddy".
But how can we go back?
Reader comments
It's a little short of five stars, but I still want to encourage it. Unlike other authors, it felt like I was reading a person's memoirs, and it felt like reading an excellent essay. It was as if this article was not written for me, but was written by a person recalling the past for himself to read in the future. It had a little more warmth than mass-produced novels. I shed tears when I saw the farewell.
After time travel, it is all fantasy after death. My poor sick wife and children have to continue to endure it.
It's a little short of five stars, but I still want to encourage it. Unlike other authors, it felt like I was reading a person's memoirs, and it felt like reading an excellent essay. It was as if this article was not written for me, but was written by a person recalling the past for himself to read in the future. It had a little more warmth than mass-produced novels. I shed tears when I saw the farewell.
After time travel, it is all fantasy after death. My poor sick wife and children have to continue to endure it.
It's not that cool, it's more real.