Great Qin: A Mystery Box by the River

At the Wei-Wu border, Jiang Chuan fumbled around in the dark, setting a fish trap to improve his meals. He hauled up the first basket, heavy with wriggling loaches and eels. Just as he was grinning, the second basket felt wrong: hard and square, like a piece of metal. He parted the vines and peered inside. A bronze tiger tally lay in the mud. "I've been transmigrated for a year. You're only showing up now?"