I Was Pissed at the Beginning, and I Wrote Down the Date of Manchao's Death

He smiled as the hot urine poured down. His ribs were broken and his teeth were broken. He was rolled into a torn mat and thrown into the toilet of the Prime Minister's Mansion. All the guests in the hall lined up to rape him, thinking he was dead. Only he knew that he could not die - there was a book of grievances in front of him out of thin air. Everyone who walks by has a line of words floating above their head: name, identity, and how they will die in a few years. [Wei Qi, the Prime Minister of Wei State, committed suicide seven years later, and his head was quickly sent to Xianyang. [Xu Jia, the old master, knelt on the streets of Xianyang a few years later to apologize. Those who insult him will be rewarded with profits in the future; those who are kind to him will have half a piece of leftover cake to return wealth to their family. The day he climbed out of the toilet, he changed his name to Zhang Lu. When the Wei State closed the city, he accurately calculated every step of his pursuers and swaggered out of the city. During the interrogation of Qin Prime Minister Ranghou, he twice predicted the enemy's advance and made the enemy run around. When he arrived in Xianyang, he didn't ask for help: the Queen Mother was in power, the uncle was in power, and the old King Qin, who had been a puppet for thirty-six years, was waiting for someone to lift the chessboard for him. After writing a letter, the King of Qin summoned him. In the deep palace and long alley, he pierced the biggest scar of the Qin Kingdom with one sentence, forcing the King of Qin to stand back and kneel down to ask three questions. When making friends from far away and attacking closely, every inch gained is Qin's inch, and every foot gained is Qin's foot - he is not counting one battle, but the whole world. Pay homage to the Prime Minister and make him a Marquis. Those with broken ribs washed their necks and lined up to wait for payment; the old master who had given him an old robe was spared his life, but had to suffer humiliation in front of the envoys of the Six Nations. The virtue of a meal must be repaid, and the resentment of Yaju must be repaid. Others are desperate for survival, but he is desperate for survival. He is not a runaway, but a hunter who comes back to collect debts. "I have recorded the death dates of the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty. It is my turn to take control of this great chess game in the world."