Three Kingdoms, the Beginning of the Taoyuan Four Sworn Alliances

Zhang Hu felt that he never looked at the almanac when he went out today. No, to be precise, he didn't even know what his almanac looked like. As a 28-year-old programmer who is doing well in modern society, his daily routine consists of typing code, eating takeout, and occasionally watching short videos. His greatest amount of exercise is walking from his workstation to the tea room to receive water. But at this moment, he was lying on the ground in an extremely ungraceful posture, with his face pressed against the soil, and his nose was filled with the mixed smell of grass and... Pig shit. "Where the hell is this?" Zhang Hu struggled to raise his head, and what he saw was a dirt road with low thatched houses on both sides. In the distance, there were several pedestrians wearing coarse linen clothes, looking at him with strange eyes. Wait, burlap and linen clothes? Zhang Hu rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. He remembered that he worked overtime until three in the morning last night and finally finished writing the code for a mobile game with the theme of "Three Kingdoms". He was about to lie down on the table and squint for a while, but his chair slipped and the back of his head hit the corner of the table, and then... Nothing happened. "Did I fall to death?" Zhang Hu muttered to himself and reached out to touch the back of his head. There was no wound, but there was a buzzing sound in his head as if hundreds of nails were scratching on the blackboard. What's even weirder is that there seems to be something wrong with his body. Looking down, I saw that although these hands were still strong, they were obviously not the same hands that caused tenosynovitis when typing on the keyboard. What's going on with these arms, these legs, this... This body that's as strong as a cow? "Master! Master, are you okay?"