When the drunkenness had not subsided, someone pushed me awake. A black-faced man squatted in front of me and said that the king was going to send troops! While packing up his bed, he was talking about the great fire in Xianyang, the first emperor of Qin and the king of Chu. His eyes were shining with hope and he only wished for a peaceful life in a few days. I glanced at the bare-legged cloth around me and felt stiff all over - this was not time travel, this was directly attached to the chaotic times of the late Qin Dynasty!
