Three Kingdoms: Four Sworn Brothers in the Peach Garden from the Start

Zhang Hu decided he must have forgotten to check the almanac before leaving the house today. No, to be precise, he didn’t even know what an almanac looked like. A twenty-eight-year-old programmer who was doing pretty well in the modern world, he spent his days writing code, ordering takeout, and occasionally scrolling through short videos. His most strenuous exercise was walking from his desk to the break room to get some water. But at that moment, he was sprawled on the ground in an extremely undignified position, his face pressed into the dirt, his nostrils filled with the mixed stench of grass and... pig shit. “What the hell is this place?” Zhang Hu struggled to lift his head. Before him lay a dirt road, with low thatched huts on either side. A few people in coarse hemp clothes stood in the distance, staring at him strangely. Wait, coarse hemp clothes? Zhang Hu rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. He remembered working overtime until three in the morning, finally finishing the code for a mobile game based on the Three Kingdoms card game. He was about to doze off with his head on the desk when his chair slipped, and the back of his head struck the corner of the table. Then... there was nothing. “Did I fall to my death?” Zhang Hu muttered, reaching back to feel his head. There was no wound, but it felt as if hundreds of fingernails were scraping across a chalkboard inside his skull, leaving it buzzing. Even stranger, his body didn’t seem right. He looked down. His hands were still strong, but they clearly weren’t the ones that had developed tendonitis from typing on a keyboard. His arms, his legs, this... this body built like an ox. What was going on? “Young Master! Young Master, are you all right?”