A time traveler, whose original name was Chen Shu, later changed his name to Chen Su. He is not a "chosen person" who knows everything, but a grassroots worker or young scholar who lives in the early 21st century and has a deep understanding of red theory and social practice. His knowledge background has clear boundaries, which allows him to have both theoretical guidance and constant exploration in practice when facing the complex Warring States society.
King Zhaoxiang of Qin was fifty-one years old and was in Bingwu.
Chen Su woke up from the cold.
The wind from the Weishui River blows from the north, carrying the smell of loess, like a blunt knife cutting the face. He was huddled under a half-dead old locust tree, covered with half a straw mat donated by someone unknown, and his mind was still buzzing - three hours ago, he was typing a community research report on the computer in the rental house. When he got up to make noodles, the world was spinning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw this gray sky.
He has been lying here for almost an hour.
It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I don't know where to move.
In the distance, there is a city wall made of rammed earth, which is unbelievably tall. There is not even a crack in the blue-grey wall. There was a long queue at the gate of the city. They were all ragged people, carrying burdens, leading sheep, and carrying children. They were being interrogated one by one by several soldiers holding halberds. Everyone had to show a piece of bamboo when entering or leaving, and the soldiers looked at it again and again, as if examining a thief.
