Qin Mu, who was born a soldier, was transferred to the local area to serve as acting county magistrate because of an accident. He thought that with the help of his strong background, he could easily sweep away all obstacles and get promoted easily. However, when he arrived at the local area, he realized that the complicated officialdom requires one to be down-to-earth and advance step by step in order to stand out.

What was it like to be a small county official in ancient times?

Fictional/farming/infrastructure/no CP

Meng Changqing traveled through ancient times and dressed as a man since she was a child to protect her family property.

Because she beat the prince and offended the concubines, she was exiled to the northernmost place to be a small official.

The emperor felt so guilty that he could not sleep because of the punishment he had to do.

Meng Changqing was so happy that he packed up his things overnight and left Beijing before dawn.

That's great, it's so great! After being a grandson in Kyoto for thirteen years, I was finally liberated!

From now on, Meng Changqing is free!

She is going to Beishan County to be a local emperor!

But the moment the carriage entered the county, she was dumbfounded.

What's the situation?

Is this a county town or a gathering place for refugees?

The people were so hungry that they ate soil and most of them froze to death.

She had no choice but to put aside the idea of ​​being a local emperor and collect things for the people under her rule bit by bit.

Lead them to grow sweet potatoes, teach them to build earthen kangs, and slowly pull them to the line of food and clothing.

The Qin State had just finished the last battle to annex the six states, and Emperor Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng began his great cause.

The Qin people got some respite from years of war, but looking around, everyone in the world wanted to rebel against Qin.

A soul that traveled through two thousand years became Prince Fusu, who wanted to lead the Qin Dynasty into a new world.

Perhaps many years later, when the elderly Fusu climbs Mount Tai again, he will remember the saying that even if there are only three households left in Chu, Chu will be the one to destroy Qin.

This is an era that has emerged out of nowhere. Here are the brave Qin people, the magnificent Great Wall, various heroes who are good at roaring, and Shang Yang who laughs wildly in hell.

Tomorrow, you will receive your pay at the parade grounds, but do not wear armor. This

time-honored saying forces Yun Tianyang,

who has time-traveled to the late Ming Dynasty, to flee with a handful of defeated soldiers. On the vast ocean, where will he go?

This world is in the latter half of the Age of Exploration, with vast swathes of the New World being explored, plundered, and colonized by Europeans, ultimately achieving European dominance.

Can Yun Tianyang catch this last train? And lead this ancient nation to once again the pinnacle of the world?

"Disciple, I have become your master!"

Li Yunshu looked up at his master who was ascending on the clouds.

"Master, we both ate Jianshouqing, so why can you ascend to heaven while I can only see the subtitles?"

A subtitle appears above everyone's head, which is the secret deep in their heart.

Li Yunshu originally wanted to turn a blind eye to these secrets and live his life peacefully.

But he never expected that he would contradict the empress at the very beginning.

Helplessly, he could only whisper in the empress's ear.

"Your Majesty, you don't want this to be known to others."

Transmigrating to the 19th century, Lin Jie embarks on a desperate quest for survival aboard a coolie ship. Lin Jie's only recourse is his modern-day knowledge and the "Echoing Touch," which reveals fragments of the past when he touches old objects. In this low-magic world, where magic comes at a price and power stems from knowledge, he uses his mortal body to hunt anomalous creatures, transforming them into unique "grotesque weapons." From a humble individual struggling on the fringes of order, he rises step by step to the pinnacle of the Hunter Rankings. Welcome to 1888, a time when SAN is as precious as bullets.