I originally swept the floor in the Emei Dojo, but my soul traveled to the night of the Hongmen Banquet. To be honest, my first reaction was to save Liu Bang. Unexpectedly, he slipped and shoveled his foot, but his strength was not controlled well. There was a click and his neck was twisted directly. Xiang Yu was dumbfounded on the spot, and then he was so excited that he hugged me and spun me around three times, shouting that his throat was broken, and made me a vanguard general on the spot. But my mind is buzzing. The history books clearly say that Liu Bang should be the emperor. That night, Zhang Liang secretly stuffed a piece of bamboo slips over me, with just one sentence, "Your Excellency has rewritten the destiny of heaven." I stared at those words until dawn, and my pillow was half wet. Since history has collapsed like this, why can't I come to power on my own? From launching a raid on the Hanguguan dry toilet, to engaging in a business war to lower prices on the Qiguo Salt Road, I organized a team myself to train in the shovel camp, and even Han Xin was fooled by me. During the day, I keep an eye on the KPIs of the military industry, and at night I have to be careful to send more people to touch my head. Xianyang City is full of informants, and I turn a blind eye even when I sleep. But when Xiang Yu slapped the case to pieces and the room was filled with dead silence, I suddenly understood. The most difficult thing to clean in the world is never the dust on the ground.
Reader comments
After reading the novel, I laughed so much that I banged the table and broke into a cold sweat. A small sweeper used a slide shovel to rewrite the dynasty change, set up ambush in dry latrines, trade wars in salt channels, and set up military industry KPIs for Xiang Yu. It seems absurd but the logic is self-consistent. Under the shell of absurdity, there is a profound deconstruction of history: when Liu Bang died, Han Xin surrendered, and Fan Zeng made frequent secret attacks, the protagonist realized that it is easy to change destiny, but difficult to change people's hearts. The moment Xiang Yu slapped the table, the broom fell to the ground. What could not be swept away was the dust of power and desire. This book is a philosophical fable wrapped in black humor.
After reading the novel, I laughed so much that I banged the table and broke into a cold sweat. A small sweeper used a slide shovel to rewrite the dynasty change, set up ambush in dry latrines, trade wars in salt channels, and set up military industry KPIs for Xiang Yu. It seems absurd but the logic is self-consistent. Under the shell of absurdity, there is a profound deconstruction of history: when Liu Bang died, Han Xin surrendered, and Fan Zeng made frequent secret attacks, the protagonist realized that it is easy to change destiny, but difficult to change people's hearts. The moment Xiang Yu slapped the table, the broom fell to the ground. What could not be swept away was the dust of power and desire. This book is a philosophical fable wrapped in black humor.