I Didn’t Want to Be a Wage Slave, but Qin Shi Huang Dragged Me Off to Work

Other people transmigrate with a golden finger. Zhao Hao transmigrates with nothing but a head full of practical skills he learned at archaeological digs. Other people transmigrate and make glass, gunpowder, and steam engines. Zhao Hao just wants to make an iron wok. Food in the Qin dynasty is simply too awful. A history graduate who spent two years digging dirt with an archaeological team, Zhao Hao is a seasoned slacker with simple ambitions: stay alive, have food to eat, and, ideally, eat a little better. He never imagined that a few words about his lie-flat lifestyle with a “strange customer” at a small tavern in Xianyang would lead the man to reveal his identity: “I am Ying Zheng.” “I want you to help me protect the Great Qin realm.” Zhao Hao: “??? I’m just a dirt scraper. You want me to help protect your empire?” Qin Shi Huang: “You’re right. Everyone around me is lying to me. You speak plainly, so I trust you.” Zhao Hao: “...But my entire life goal right now is to get an iron wok so I can stir-fry.”