In the 32nd year of the First Emperor's southern tour, the streets of Xianyang were deserted. My Xianyuan shop sells three mysterious tin cans every day, and Zhao Gao secretly bought one. The next day, he knelt in the palace holding a lighter and said: Your Majesty, this thing can create flames out of thin air. Brother Zheng was silent for a long time while playing with the metal object, and finally stood up: Meng Tian, come with me to take a look. I was sitting behind the counter and heard footsteps outside the door - two figures stopped in front of the wooden pillar, and the two characters in vermilion on the plaque reflected the afternoon light.
