Others travel through time and become princes, while I travel through time and become a mine slave?
Nian Gengyao died, and his son was kicked to Yunnan, where his professional counterpart said he would dig copper for the rest of his life. Liu Bin looked at the pickaxe in his hand, then at the leaky mine, and silently turned on the social animal survival mode.
Collapse? Small scenes are much milder than Party A's demand for change. Corrupt officials? It's easier to do it. Paint him a cake. If he can't be cured, won't he die? Wine can disinfect, fire can stop bleeding, and modern metallurgy will make your boss's face turn green. He easily put down a rebellion, picked up a wife who knew how to cast poison, and worked his way from a mining slave to become the richest man in Dongchuan.
Yong Zheng stared at him: "Don't you have any ambition?"
Liu Bin filled a glass of wine: "Your Majesty, my ambition is to live until death."
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