Delivery boy Wang Lei, who made his last order at the end of the month, died in front of the construction site fence on a rainy night.
Opening my eyes, in the 13th year of Yongxing's reign in Chu Dynasty, there was a group of civilians by the Huaihe River, holding a hoe, and an overseer holding a whip.
There is no system, no golden fingers, only the knowledge of semi-local civil engineering textbooks and the legs trained after three years of delivering food.
But enough is enough.
Tofu dyke? Let me teach you what real water conservancy projects are.
Corrupt imperial envoy? I have plenty of ways to make you shoot yourself in the foot.
Dictatorship by powerful ministers? Take your time, the world will change sooner or later.
From a slave laborer to a feudal official, from a bowl of gruel to a nine-five-year-old man.
Wang Lei just wants to live, but this rotten dynasty needs him to fix it.
