Programmer Chen Mo worked overtime until three in the morning. Purple lightning struck through the roof of the 23rd floor, and he and his chair fell in front of Qin Shihuang. There is no system. There is no grandpa. Not even a computer. Some are just the brains of people who have been writing code for six years. I tried making an adjustable plow first, but the shaft broke. I went to the field to find an old farmer who had been farming for 30 years and asked why. The weights and measures were messed up, so he built an index on the bamboo slips, and the search turned from a day's search to a stick of incense. Xiuchi Road? Draw a Gantt chart on the bamboo slices, and mark each completed bend with a red circle. Each decree must be marked with a version number - V1.0, V1.1, Because someone has secretly modified it. He didn't know any skills, he couldn't make a plow, plant the land, or smelt iron. But the people of Qin Dynasty did. He just changed the way he asked questions and let these people see what he could do. A twelve-year-old girl, Ah Li, used Qin's laws and regulations to silence the rice shop owner. The public transportation class took a chopstick and made a ball bearing. In the third year of Laixi's reign, he wrote down sixty-two four-character records, the last of which read "not yet completed." But Zhao Gao was moving in the dark - changing laws, trapping Han Fei, and falsifying military reports. Qin Shihuang carved four words on the bluestone late at night: The law will be preserved and the people will be replaced. Then 200,000 Xiongnu cavalry went south and broke through the Yunzhong defense line. The results of three years of reform must be used for fighting. The story stops here.
