Great Qin: Old Zhao, Run Now or the Empire Is Finished

[Great Qin] [Historical What-If] [Technological Overkill] [Lighthearted Comedy] [Conquering Myriad Worlds]

After transmigrating to the outskirts of Xianyang in Great Qin, Wang Hao lives a carefree life with the help of his Manor System.

During a torrential downpour, two drenched middle-aged men knock on his door. One is imposing and deep-voiced, calling himself "Old Zhao," a smuggler. The other has a sharp gaze and calls himself "Old Li," an accountant.

Wang Hao casually hands them two roasted sweet potatoes and a bowl of strong erguotou liquor.

Old Zhao takes a bite of the sweet potato and is astounded. "How much does it yield per mu?!"

Wang Hao replies offhandedly, "Sweet potatoes? You can grow them in any barren field. They yield only forty or fifty shi per mu."

Old Li is so shocked he spits out his liquor, while the sweet potato nearly falls from Old Zhao's hand!

After a few rounds of drinks, Old Zhao sighs. "The Son of Heaven has united all under heaven. He's an emperor for the ages, and Great Qin's foundation will surely endure for ten thousand generations!"

Wang Hao scoffs. "An emperor for the ages? Old Zhao, take my advice: sell off your property and hide in some remote mountain forest, and do it fast!"

Old Zhao exclaims in shock and anger, "Why should I run?!"

Wang Hao replies, "The current emperor took Xu Fu's mercury pills. He won't live more than three years! Once he dies, they'll forge an imperial edict at the Sand Dune Palace, and Great Qin will fall in its second generation!"

"Young man... you're saying the current emperor won't live more than three years?!"