I Build Rockets in the Ming Dynasty

After transmigrating to the Ming dynasty, I think I’m the real drama queen. Turns out my dad is.

You know what he’s doing? He’s tied a whole load of fireworks to his chair, and now he’s holding two giant kites and telling people to light the rockets so he can fly into the sky.

I take one look and realize this is madness. He’s practically asking to get himself killed, so I rush to stop him.

But the old man won’t listen. He even tries to hit me, insisting he’s going to fly up and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. This...

What can I do? As an engineering student and a devoted son, I can only start by explaining the law of universal gravitation, aerodynamics, and the first, second, and third cosmic velocities, hoping to talk him out of his foolish fantasy.

Who could have guessed that it would backfire? The old man gets even more obsessed and starts studying day and night, all because he dreams of becoming an astronaut. What’s the solution? Build one!

Come on, let’s make a scene. We’ve got all the time in the world...

And so, I join my old man in building rockets in the Ming dynasty.