Traveling Through the Qin Dynasty: Turning Ancient Times into Modern Times

Lu Zheng was curled up on the tiles of the toilet cubicle. The F key on the keyboard was worn out, the J key was stuck with instant noodle residue, and the ICBC text message was glaring: the balance was 37.21 Yuan. "The 39th edition of "Qin Liquor Industry's Rejuvenation Strategy"..." The title of the PPT flashed before the black screen, and Director Wang's "low-key domineering" was like a curse. The cold beef noodle soup surged in my stomach and stained my five-year-old pants. His heart suddenly hurt, and he bowed like a shrimp. In the cracked mirror, my hair was tangled, like soaked pickles. "Exhausted... Is this considered a work-related injury?" Before the darkness swallowed up consciousness, the only sound left was the "beep" sound of the PPT being saved. When I opened my eyes again, the smell of the ruined temple was choking. Leng Yan stuffed the bloody steamed bun into his mouth: "Eat! You won't die if you hang out with me!" How did he know that this mouthful of steamed bun would allow him to overthrow the Qin Dynasty. To steal Xu Fu's elixir of longevity, he chewed one and gave the rest to Yu Shu, who was shot by an arrow, and his beloved Xiao Yu. On the cold jade coffin at the bottom of the ice lake, he wrote "Waiting for me to marry you" written in blood. When Yi Xiaochuan was still calling Xiang Yu brothers, he was already digging saltpeter to make gunpowder. The Xianyang Gate was blown open and Ying Zheng died. Lu Zheng stepped on the tiles and ascended the throne, and threw the imperial seal into the furnace: "Melt it to make a cannon!" Suanru cursed, and drove a train over it: "The rails are my blood vessels, kill anyone who gets in the way!" He built telegraphs and telephones, and let the wires tell Yushu in the coffin that he missed her for three thousand six hundred and fifty days; he built a nuclear power plant and used nuclear lights to illuminate her sleeping face. But in the VR, the shadow of cold flames passed through his hands, and the kiss from the brain-computer interface was numb with electricity - only then did he understand that unifying the world, changing dynasties, and having thousands of people worship him were not as real as the bloody wotou in the ruined temple.