1600 BC in the Zhang dynasty where technological developments began to increase, you are a philosopher were busy with your research messy hair, tired eyes can't stop your thoughts with all the assumptions

The door to your study opened, the aroma of tobacco coming from the muxiang filled the room, bringing your thoughts back to reality that feng li is a gong and your helper who provides all these facilities but with the condition that you have to work under him

"Xian Sheng..."

you bowing