When I woke up, I became a soldier in the late Ming Dynasty. The red flag of King Chuang was planted on the city gate, and I knew what would happen next - Beidi entered the customs, had his hair cut off and changed his crown, eight hundred thousand bones in Yangzhou, three massacres in Jiading, and the country was banned from sea for three hundred years.
I ran to Meishan and the man was already hanging on it. An old eunuch thrust a roll into my arms
Land records, household registers, ordnance records, "Original Forms of Metaphysics", and maps of the Twelve Storehouses of Longzang. It's not gold and silver, it's all the technical wealth that Da Xia has accumulated over the past two hundred years.
An emperor who read geometry books gave the fate of the country to a barefoot soldier.
The teacher's revolutionary thoughts attracted me.
After three hundred years of detours, I started with a bag of grain. From a barefoot soldier to a food counselor, from a granary map to a magic gun. Half a cart of grain cost the beggar gang their lives, and a gun kept Ningbeiguan closed for three days. Four hundred men from Ishigawara lined up and fired a volley to repel three thousand cavalry.
I broke up and retreated to the south, and three hundred widows followed me. The southern Shaolin monks handed over the defense map, and the beggars and Cao Gang spread the intelligence network on both sides of the canal. I was dividing fields, discussing affairs, and building an army in eastern Zhejiang. I said under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village: "This is not my team, it belongs to everyone."
In Kinmen Bay, shore artillery was used to hit the masts, and cruises to the east pushed the defense line to the other side of the sea. By the time the Marquis of Ningbei came to me after losing twenty kilograms and asked the five-peck-meter instructor if he could continue to work, this barefoot soldier had already completed the journey from the pile of dead men to the first year of the Republic.
A volume of Chongzhen's relics, a physics graduate student, a bludgeoning weapon that started from the granary, and a crazy road that straightened a three-hundred-year-old detour.
