At the Age of Jiazi, I Served as a National Counselor at the End of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Others traveled through time to become marquises and ministers, but Chen Yun just wanted to join the ranks. In the fifth year of Guanghe's reign, he crawled out of the corpse pit with the tomb plate numbered "Thirty-seven" hanging around his neck, and the entire late Han Dynasty script in his mind: two years later, the Yellow Turban raised the flag, seven years later, Dong Zhuo entered the capital, and eight years later, Luoyang burned to the ground. The bad news is: making watches, writing materials, Level 2 in Mandarin, and C copy of the driver's license are all invalid; the good news is - this industry does not check the origins of three generations, from the national master to the fortune teller, the only question is whether you can be trusted. He never wanted much: a salary, a house, and even the land he had earned from working overtime in his previous life.