His name is Chen Mo, an orphan who finished college with student loans.
An accident, a piece of bronze mirror from the Warring States Period, brought him to Xianyang in the third year of the Qin Dynasty.
No system, no plug-ins. His only golden finger is the "homespun tricks" he has accumulated over ten years of part-time work: he has dusted the construction site, repaired the plow on the farm, and served dishes in the restaurant. In Xianyang Prison, he made the first soap using plant ash and grease.
From granary ventilation ditches to curved shaft plows, from honeycomb briquettes to movable type printing - everything is dusty, and everything allows the people of Guanzhong to eat an extra bowl of rice.
He remembered the sentence in the textbook: "Establish a heart for the world and a destiny for the people."
What nine years of compulsory education taught him was not technology, but direction.
Ying Zheng said: "In this life, I only believe in your words."
Wang Ben beat up his framer, Meng Tian used his crossbow to fight for a lifetime, and Han Xin knelt down and vowed never to learn from his mistakes in vain.
Li Si, who was in tit-for-tat with him, showed up three years later with wine: "I'm here to admit my mistake."
He said: "You are not entirely wrong. The law cannot be abolished."
His enemies eventually became the pioneers who opened up new territories.
Ten years later, the exiles from Lingnan wrote: "The Chinese people in Lingnan."
Before his death, he burned the bamboo slips in which he had written down his enemies for thirty years.
Fusu knelt beside the bed and cried. He said: "Your Majesty, Da Qin is entrusted to you."
Surrounded by his friends, he closed his eyes. The sun shines into the Weishui courtyard.
