When I woke up, I became the boy who died of hunger in the fourth year of Zhenguan.
I wanted to lie down and fish, but my father's hoe was too sharp, the neighbor's gossip was too trivial, and the price of rice in Chang'an was too low.
Since it can't be rolled up, let's use our 21st century thinking to bury some "technology trees" for Datang in advance——
Make a living first, then put up walls, and occasionally fool the county government clerk who always likes to visit.
Who said you have to point out the country when traveling?
I just want to live in the Tang Dynasty: there is plenty of money in the granary, the cock crows in the yard, and the first idler in Zhenguan who does not kick down the door from his neighbors.
