You transmigrate to the Qin Empire, but don’t want to rule the world. You just want to practice a craft?
Twenty-six-year-old Ning Jian is struck by lightning and sent to the eighth year of King Zheng of Qin’s reign, where he becomes a country boy.
With his family’s woodworking skills, he makes his way from a remote village to the Xianyang workshops, carving out a path of his own through the strict regulations of Qin law.
Cheerful and charming around others, calculating and meticulous behind their backs. He has no interest in the usual path to power. Instead, he relies on craftsmanship and people skills to hone himself in the heart of the empire.
Along the way, he meets a taciturn veteran, a strict master craftsman, and a good-natured colleague, and witnesses the many faces of life under Qin law.
There’s no gunpowder or glass, only mortise and tenon joints. Every object he makes makes the empire a little stronger.
History is the skeleton; he is the one who gives it flesh and blood. Since he’s here, he might as well carve the name “Ning Jian” into history.
Ning Jian decides to say nothing.
Until one day, someone arrives from Xianyang and says the Imperial Clan Court has checked the genealogies: one branch of the Ning clan in Guanzhong descends from the Ying lineage.
They share the same ancestors as the Qin royal house.
Ning Jian: …?
Since he’s here, he might as well see what happens.
