When Li Mo opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the dusty streets of Xianyang City. With a head full of modern tea knowledge, he became the owner of a tea shop that was about to close down in the Qin Dynasty. I thought that the world would be peaceful, but one day a customer who always liked to wear dark clothes came and said "goodness" three times in a row after drinking his special tea made with stir-fried green tea. The next day, a bronze chariot with six horses was parked outside the tea shop. Li Mo looked at the black-armored guard with a sword beside the car, and the pottery bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter - the regular customer seemed to be Ying Zheng himself.
