When he woke up, Zhao Yu traveled to the battlefield and was ransacked by defeated troops. His head was ripped open and he even forgot who he was.
The first thing I saw when I woke up was a middle-aged man who was calm and confident.
He subconsciously grabbed the other party's clothes and shouted: "Father."
The man was stunned. The attendants nearby were frightened.
Later he found out that the man he called daddy was named Ying Mingzheng.
Ying Zheng: "Tell me, how can I modify this sword?"
Zhao Yu casually drew a drawing of the method of frying steel: "Father, we don't make bronze anymore, we make steel."
With one sword, he cut off the Qin Palace desk soldiers. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were collectively petrified.
Ying Zheng: "Tell me, how to govern this world?"
Zhao Yu spread out a piece of paper and drew papermaking, printing, and a keel waterwheel: "Father, first price down the price of knowledge."
Paper was born, and school children had books to read. The waterwheel turned, and the old farmer knelt down and cried bitterly.
Ying Zheng: "Tell me, how will we fight this battle?"
Zhao Yu opened the world map and traced his fingers across the Xiongnu, across the Western Regions, and across a sea: "Father, stop fighting. I will use Da Qin's eyes to see the world."
Ying Zheng looked at the cheap son he picked up, remained silent for a long time, and patted him on the shoulder: "My son, the sun and moon shining on this are all the land of Qin. You said so."
