I, Zhang Jiao, Was Forced to Wear a Yellow Robe at the Beginning

When the historical script of the late Eastern Han Dynasty meets the imagination of modern society. My name is Chen Mo. I woke up and became Zhang Jiao, the boss of the Yellow Turban Uprising. I lost all my memory and only had half of the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" and antibiotics that were about to expire. My two "partners" have a wonderful painting style: The second brother Zhang Bao, the humanoid CPU, always calmly reported: "There is only enough food for three days." "Here is the list of traitors." "Brother, stop reading poems, the army is ten miles away." The third brother, Zhang Liang, is a passionate translator and interprets every saucy remark I say into a way of heaven: "Big brother said 'optimizing the team'! This is to eliminate the weak and retain the strong, and to rectify the Taoist masses!" And I could only use half-baked modern knowledge between coughing up blood and telling bad jokes to fight for a way out for the tens of thousands of lives behind me. We call this: flexible employment group self-employment. History calls this: Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand. Welcome to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, when we laughed and cried.