My Father the First Emperor

[Farming + slow pace + group portrait + relaxed and soothing writing style] The great empire of Nuo is like a boat in the wind and rain, at a loss when facing the future. There is no convention to follow in the past, and there will be no convention to follow in the future. The people of Qin were accustomed to the muddy water road with no stones to touch, so they walked little by little. On the waterway ahead, only my father was flowing forward. My name is Fusu, my father... The First Emperor. These were the years when I was his prince. ———————————————————————— Many people talk about Qin's demise and how Qin can save itself. I want to talk about... Why Qin perished. Neither Qin nor the people of the world were ready to unify. Let's talk about how Qin should prepare for this. There is already a masterpiece with a million words, and the high-end version of "28,000" is "What to do if you are beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?" ", A nearly two-million-word masterpiece, "A Thousand-Year-Old Family: The Rise from Shang Yang's Reform" is still good enough, welcome to try it