Da Qin, I Am Really Just a Sheep Farmer.

Su Mu traveled through the Qin Dynasty for three years and opened a dedicated sheep soup restaurant outside Xianyang City. In this world where war is raging, prices are skyrocketing, and shadows can speak with their mouths, Su Mu's biggest dream is to save money to marry a wife and improve his cooking proficiency at the same time. In his eyes, there is nothing wrong with his sheep except that they have more compound eyes, like to whisper to the moon in the middle of the night, and occasionally try to eat the void; In his eyes, apart from the fact that all of his diners look like they are in the late stages of hyperthyroidism, they want to fly up on the spot after taking a sip of soup, and they kneel down and call "ancestor" at every turn, they are still polite; In his eyes, the occasional eyeballs floating outside the window and the black blood seeping from the cracks of the floor tiles are all "environmental pollution" caused by Xianyang City's industrial backwardness. Su Mu: "What a god! It's hard to raise sheep, and it's even harder to open a shop! Nowadays, the officials are so nagging that they can cry like a dog after drinking a bowl of soup; the eldest princess of the dynasty had to wash dishes here to pay off debts; even the old Hei who chops firewood next door claims to be some kind of Mohist giant... Um, is this craftsmanship really that average?" This is not the Qin Dynasty you are familiar with. Here, the Great Wall is used to lock the indescribable depths of the earth; the terracotta warriors and horses are living bronze guards; the First Emperor is playing games with the old gods in Zhangtai Palace, and the nine golden dragons of national luck are covered with compound eyes. Hundreds of schools of thought are all crazy believers; all the civil and military officials in the dynasty are just alienated skins. I just want to sell bowls of soup. If anyone dares to smash my stove, I will let them know what it means to convince people with physics!