Sunny on January 1
Help, why did I end up in Daqin out of nowhere? My air conditioner, my watermelon, my happy water, everything I owned, were all gone.
This morning I woke up in front of Brother Zheng in a daze, almost beheaded.
It was really to the point of shouting for help.
Oh, my everything.
They say serious people don’t keep diaries, but in this day and age, no one should be able to listen to me, right?
No one could listen to me, so I could only write in my diary.
well.
By the way, how do you become an official? I can't!
PS: I’m so happy that I got my revenge on that old man Chunyu Yue.
PS2: Actually today is not January 1st, but it is the first day I came here, so I will use it as the date.
I really miss my cola skewers, hot pot, fried chicken, boiled chicken with boiled cabbage, and the eight major cuisines. Help, help, Zhang Qian’s Selection and Zheng He’s Selection are all gone! ! ! ! ! ! !
Rain on February 3rd
Damn it, why is it so difficult to get along in the court? There are people digging holes for me everywhere. Damn it, isn’t it just a young master? As for not being so jealous of me, it seems that I am willing to be the young master?
Can the young master live well without me at home?
At this time in previous years, I would have been lying in bed, holding a watermelon and blowing on the air conditioner.
But now?
Not only do you have to be dressed and bundled up like a zombie, you don’t even have watermelon to eat!
The worst thing is that there is no air conditioning!
It's really time to scream for help, rubbish.
PS: I have to find time to invent the air conditioner thing. As for what the Qin Dynasty will look like after the invention is invented, it’s none of my business, I’m just a time traveler.
PS2: We must find a way quickly.
Strong wind on April 5th
Well... plans may be on hold for now.
Although I can indeed invent things like steam engines, internal combustion engines, and generators, they may bring an unstoppable impact to the current Daqin, right?
Productivity, population, and even people's spirit, ideology and culture have not yet reached that point. If I do this at this time, won't I bring Da Qin to a dead end?
Although I really don’t care what Great Qin will become, there are so many living people.
Maybe many people will die because of me, and they will lose their way of living because of me.
Before, I was just an ordinary person in the world. I could do whatever I wanted and say whatever I wanted. But that’s no longer the case. I am no longer an ordinary person.
I am the Young Master of Great Qin, one of the Nine Ministers, and even the most favored minister of the First Emperor.
If I say something now, it will really kill a lot of people and ruin a lot of people's lives.
Although I don't care, well, it's not bad, right?
Alas, I feel a little homesick.
July 3, rain, drunkenness
Actually, I don’t know how to drink. I used to drink in one glass, but now I’m drunk.
Actually, I don’t know what I should write anymore. I don’t write in a diary every day, but today I feel really uncomfortable.
How are the old man and the old lady doing?
Are they better off from the hurt they suffered because of me?
Will you forget me?
In fact, maybe I shouldn't have existed in the first place. In that case, it would be fine if I died now, and I wouldn't be like this now.
Alas, forget it.
The disease of literary youth makes me always miss two lines of poems, why not ride the wind and go back?
How about riding the wind back home?
Heavy rain on November 3
I haven’t written a diary for a long time, mainly because there are too many things.
Brother Bangzheng killed all the remnants of the Six Kingdoms. They are a bunch of idiots who think about rebellion all day long. What did Da Qin do to them?
Can't you live well?
In addition, um, I met Han Gaozu and killed Han Gaozu by the way...
well.
The second year, May 7th.
I feel a little sad and miss home, but I know I can't go back.
Home, home, where is home? Where is home?
Today, that guy Li Si and His Majesty both said they would introduce someone to me. Oh my God, why am I still unable to escape and urge the marriage even though we are in this world?
Although I am not short of women, I’d better forget about a serious wife.
I am still a child and I don’t want to take on the responsibilities of being a husband and a father.
As for the inheritance of descendants and so on.
Haha, I have already lost this world. My inheritance and the incense of my descendants have already been cut off, right?
I am not myself.
Year 2, August 1, sunny
Today is the first day of the first lunar month in the Great Qin world, and it is the Chinese New Year.
In the midst of the New Year, it’s a pity that others can be reunited, but I can’t be reunited. How sad is this?
But it's okay. I have a nest in Daqin, which is good.
Brother Zheng also cares about me, and Fusu and the others can be regarded as friends.
But I still miss home.
Three years ago, July 8th. clear
Unknowingly, I have been here for three years. Alas, I do things all day long. I even killed someone last time. Actually, I don’t want these changes.
And I have figured out the thing about me and not myself. In fact, I am still me, I just changed, right?
You can’t always say that you have my memory. I have my spirit and my thoughts, but without my body, it wouldn’t be me, right?
It's a bit philosophical.
Damn it, I've been here for too long, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.
Five years, March 1st.
Brother Zheng wants to travel around the world and hand over the world to Fusu. I wonder if I will go with him?
Anyway, I have nothing to do here.
Let that boy Fusu have a headache.
Seven years, August one.
During the trip, the scenery was very good and I saw many things that were the same as in my previous life.
homesick.
Year nine, September 9th.
There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Li Bai, Li Bai, what the hell are you doing writing this kind of poem? I can't sleep, and I feel my body is getting worse and worse. This era is already very problematic, but now I can't sleep all night long. How can I live a long time?
When I was traveling with Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng said all day long that I might not be able to survive him like this. Oh, how is that possible?
Ten years ago, it rained heavily on March 4th.
Now that he is the prime minister again, this reform is still possible. Is it considered the three provinces in disguise? That's okay, it's better than the prime minister holding the power alone, right?
That old man Li Si is jealous of me all day long and shows off in front of me that he doesn’t need to work. Damn it!
Thirteen years, June.
I write less and less in my diary, but I feel really uncomfortable today.
The old man Li Si is gone.
Li Si, Li Si, why are you gone? Why haven't you survived me? Go have a drink.
Friends, friends.
I started to miss my hometown. If I die, where will I be buried?
This is not my hometown.
Thirteen years, June.
Wang Jian also died. Brother Zheng is sick. a bit tired.
Fifteen years, July.
There are too many things going on. Although I have integrated into Daqin, this is still not my home.
Well, I’m sleeping less and less.
The bright moon became a delusion.
I can always see my home from the moon.
Seventeenth year, March.
Brother Zheng is also dead.
I feel like my head is getting dizzy, so let’s go together.
Seventeenth year, September.
Fusu is right, Fusu is still here, I have to hold on.
Although this kid is capable now, those guys in the court are all out of ideas and want to hold Fusu hostage. Haha, am I a vegetarian?
Be careful I kill them.
March 20th.
I live like a powerful minister, hahahahahaha, but I am much better than those powerful ministers. I don’t want to be an emperor.
Twenty-three years, July.
I feel like my health is getting worse and worse recently. I guess this routine is really not good for me.
At the beginning, I doubted whether I would live to retire. Now that I think about it, if I retire at sixty-five, I really can’t live to see it.
I feel like I have two or three years to live at most. Damn, a man has forty-one flowers, but I am still just a flower. Why is it going to disappear?
But okay, maybe after death, the soul can go home?
Twenty-five years, January.
Alas, I fell ill after all, and I secretly went to see the doctor, who said I would be alive in a few days.
This life is not considered a loss, huh?
It's time to go home!
Mom, Dad! I am going home! I’m going to see you! Remember to cook me something delicious! ! ! Although there are chili peppers and so on now, it is no different from later generations, but it always feels wrong.
Did you two add some seasoning secretly behind my back?
Gone, gone, bye!
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At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, the new book will be updated on time. Hehe, I will post three chapters directly~ and then wait for the next day hehe.
The new book issue will be updated every day, my friends. After all, the new book issue has to wait for recommendations.
I hope this can be done in Sanjiang, okay?
Will the updates to the shelves and addition rules be included in the new book?
In addition, I may write a few extras about "What If Chen Ke Got the Script to Cultivation to Immortality" in the future. After all, I really love Xianxia Wuwu. If you are interested, you can check it out on the official account.
His name is Sweet and Sour Wageboy.
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