Zhao Ming died suddenly while working overtime. When he opened his eyes, he was lying in the tattered quilt in the woodshed, burned out and delirious.
He thought it was a hospital until a short man with a black face brought a bowl of medicine and said, "Brother Wu, drink this medicine and you'll be fine if you get through it."
The second Wu brothers?
Wu Song?
That Wu Song who fought the tiger? That Wu Song whose blood splattered Yuanyang Tower? That Wu Song who ended up becoming a monk with a broken arm?
Zhao Ming was wrapped in two moldy quilts, his teeth chattering.
He never even killed a chicken.
The malaria subsided, Song Jiang came, and one hundred and eight chairs were lined up in Liangshan Juyi Hall. As soon as the imperial edict came, Song Jiang nodded and Wu Song patted the table.
"My brother wants to surrender, but I won't."
Cut in two.
From Liangshan to Jiangnan, from Jiangnan to the Central Plains, we conquered the Song Dynasty and conquered the Jin Dynasty. After dozens of bloody battles, a new dynasty was established, with a tiger-fighting hero in dragon robe sitting on the dragon throne.
Then the system woke up.
The four great inventions are full, steam engines roar, and railroad tracks are laid all over Kyushu.
He stood in front of the Jinluan Palace, looking at the smoke column coming out of the factory chimney in the distance, and suddenly remembered that the PPT he had not finished editing in his previous life had not yet been saved.
Never mind.
The boss won't survive this era anyway.
One sentence version (optional):
Zhao Ming, a social worker who died suddenly while working overtime, woke up and became Wu Song, who was infected with malaria and waiting to die. From refusing to recruit people to overthrowing the Song Dynasty, from establishing a new dynasty to awakening the system to carry out the industrial revolution - he spent half his life conquering the world, and another half his life transforming the world into something that even the people of the Song Dynasty could not understand.
