Qin Xia transmigrates with a System capable of holding an entire modern arsenal.
While others transmigrate to farm, practice martial arts, or cozy up to powerful people, he goes and drops sixty-two cartloads of gold into Zhangtai Palace right from the start, buying himself the title of Marquis of Guannei on the spot.
Ying Zheng asks what office he wants. He replies, “I want to build infrastructure.”
The First Emperor is delighted, thinking he’s struck gold.
But then
He pulls out Xuan paper, and the court’s civil officials go mad. He pulls out an abacus, and the Right Chancellor calculates until he doubts his own sanity. He brings out cement, and while Nei Shiteng takes thirty thousand men half a year to build something, Qin Xia builds a city by himself in three days.
Standing atop the city wall and touching the concrete that a blade can’t cut through, Ying Zheng falls into thought. “I asked you to build infrastructure, not cultivate immortality.”
Qin Xia pats the excavator. “Your Majesty, this is just the beginning. I can also build highways, put up skyscrapers, and lay high-speed rail, ”
The First Emperor summons him in the middle of the night. “Lord Qin, can’t you take a break?”
Qin Xia looks completely innocent. “I can’t stop. My hands just won’t listen to me.”
The Xiongnu are attacking from the north? Three hundred thousand cavalry are marching south? Qin Xia opens a satellite map and draws a red circle around Modu’s royal encampment. “Your Majesty, where would you like to strike?”
The court’s military officials all drop to their knees. “Marquis of Guannei, could you leave us a few battles to fight?”
Ying Zheng rubs his temples. “If I’d known you’d be this capable, I should have sent you to build the Epang Palace.”
Qin Xia grins. “Your Majesty, I’ve already drawn up the blueprints for Epang Palace. Which version would you like to see?”
The First Emperor looks at the stack of blueprints, taller than a person, and falls into a long silence.
From Xianyang to the Hetao region, from the Great Wall to the highways.
For others, infrastructure building means hard work. For him, it means overwhelming everyone with technology from another age.
The First Emperor’s only wish now is
“Lord Qin, can’t you take a break?”
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It's so frustrating, you're afraid of this and that, you're worried about this and that, the introduction is so arrogant, the text is so frustrating, and you always say that your space has subversive weapons, then you do things with confidence. You have to worry about everything, so it's better not to have this space. The purpose of bringing so many things is to change history, not to be assimilated by history.
The logic of the plot is confusing, like an AI novel, forgetting the previous settings and directly generating the following.