In the 21st century, Yu Zhengfeng, the owner of a tea company who failed in the business war, got drunk and traveled to the Ming Dynasty chieftain battlefield 500 years ago and became Tang Xiaolong, the captain of the Rongmei chieftain guard.
There were corpses all around him, behind him was the twenty-year-old young master clutching the corner of his clothes, and behind him was the sound of chasing horse hooves. What's even more outrageous is that he has a "black box" in his mind - an AI system that stores the core knowledge of human civilization, with only 3% energy left.
Forty-nine remnants, thirty acres of thin farmland, and a chieftain city occupied by traitors. There is no golden finger, only the memory of special forces engraved in the bones, economic thinking, and an AI that is almost out of battery.
There is only one thing he has to do: survive and then bury the fire.
Tea wars, firearms trade, court games, southwestern expansion, five women helping each other, and the establishment of seven divisions—in the past forty years, he did not hold an official position, but as an aide he managed the rise of a southwestern chieftain empire.
Before his death, he wrote five simplified Chinese characters on the last page of his manuscript: "Hello, latecomer."
Five hundred years later, an archaeological team discovered this sentence. What a modern soul plants in ancient soil is not the hegemony of an emperor, but the fire of civilization.
