The autumn wind blew across the mountains, and the clouds were very low. Li Ke squatted on the ground and drew gears. Someone stuck his head in and asked what he was drawing. He sighed and stood up, raised his feet and wiped the drawing clean. It can't be done anyway. In 220 BC, the twenty-seventh year of the First Emperor, it had been twenty-seven days since he came to this world. In the capital of Guizhou Province in the Qin Dynasty, his household registration is Ke, his surname is Yan, he is thirteen years old, he has no property and no title, and his family only consists of an old woman and a lame old servant. This start is harder than imagined.
