A brick-burning academic master dressed as a four-year-old child of the Qin Dynasty. He picked up an unwanted kid in an alley, and later found out that his name was Ying Zheng. I took out the history books from two thousand years later: Qin died in fifteen years. He dropped the book: How to change it? Renovating kilns, burning bricks, building canals, and paving roads, I laid the foundation for the empire; showdowns, agreements, restructuring, and establishment of reserves, I accompanied him to win the destiny. There is only one thing in this life: let Qin live for six hundred years.
