Jiang Dunhao and his nine brothers are the most skilled young people in Houdoumen. In an accident, the entire farm, including people and fields, was sent deep into the Nanshan Mountains of the Qin Dynasty. Rice fields, shrimp ponds, vegetable greenhouses, multi-purpose halls - all the belongings are there, except that I can't go home.
Three years later, Emperor Yingzheng passed by Nanshan on his eastward tour and saw rice with a yield of three stones and two per mu, a threshing machine that could remove twenty stones a day, and a hundred steel smelting machines that could be quenched twice. He saw in these ten young people in strange clothes a possibility that the Qin Empire had never had before.
"You are not from Qin. Who are you?"
"Your Majesty, we come from more than two thousand years in the future."
From that day on, ten people made three decisions: to help the emperor get rid of the poison of the elixir that had been accumulated in the body for twenty years, to teach Fusu and Ziying what the true emperor's art was, and to use the knowledge of two thousand years later to transform the empire from head to toe. Papermaking, soapmaking, steelmaking, breeding, opening of elementary schools, setting up official workshops, establishing new laws, promoting imperial examinations... A transformation that started from the land and swept the entire Qin Dynasty quietly unfolded at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.
But the inertia of history will not change easily. Zhao Gao was sharpening his sword in secret, while the remnants of the Six Kingdoms were watching him with eager eyes, and the Huns' cavalry was still neighing in the north. The black dragon entrenched on the top of the mountain reflected a turning empire in its golden pupils.
This is a story about farming, about brothers, and about exchanging sincerity for sincerity. Ten young people from the future, with ten pairs of muddy hands, warmed an emperor who had been lonely for fifty years and planted a different world.
