After finishing everything, it was almost dinnertime.
Yu Ningning stretched after sitting in front of the computer all afternoon.
It was clear that no one had lived in this mental hospital for over a decade. The kitchen stove was empty, and there was no gas or electricity. Yu Ningning had specially run an electric wire from the hospital area that morning and bought gas, pots, pans, and other necessities from the town.
Just as she was about to go to the newly built kitchen to make herself something simple to eat, a faint voice suddenly came from behind her.
"You've been staring at this black box all afternoon. What's it for?"
Yu Ningning turned her head and saw that it was Qin Shi Huang.
After spending the afternoon scrubbing potatoes and lotus roots, he had long lost the imposing and domineering aura he had when we first met. His hair, face, and eyelashes were covered in gray mud, his wide black robe was tied in a knot around his waist, he wore an apron covered in Hello Kitty floral prints, he wore a pair of pink rubber shoes that he had found somewhere, and he wore pink gloves with bows on his hands. At first glance, he looked like a hardworking man with a very girlish heart.
Yu Ningning asked curiously, "Where did you get your apron, gloves, and rubber boots?"
Qin Shi Huang honestly replied, "The old man guarding the gate gave it to me, saying that it would dirty my dragon robe while I was working."
Thinking of the majestic and domineering Qin Shi Huang who had appointed her as the Grand Marshal of the Army when they first met, and then seeing the simple and even somewhat rustic middle-aged man in front of her, Yu Ningning's lips twitched for a moment.
She tightened her face, trying hard to suppress a laugh, and explained, "This is called a computer. You can use it to do some very precise work, and you can also contact relatives and friends thousands of miles away..."
Seeing Qin Shihuang's eyes suddenly light up, Yu Ningning calmly added, "But this thing is expensive. My set costs 30,000 yuan, which is probably enough for you to wash potatoes and lotus roots for eight years."
Qin Shi Huang's eyes dimmed quickly, but he still snorted unwillingly, "Back then, I was the ruler of the Great Qin Empire, possessing the wealth of the world. Why would I lack such a novelty? After I pass away, I will definitely include it in my mausoleum for burial."
Yu Ningning: ...
Wow, this cosplayer has even picked up the hobby of being buried alive!
She put on a stern face and asked, "Have you finished washing the potatoes and lotus roots?"
Qin Shi Huang, wanting to project an image of power and dominance, nodded slightly and said, "I once ruled an entire empire, so how could I not deal with a pool of mud lumps?"
Yu Ningning nodded in satisfaction: "Great, let's go eat. After we finish eating, I'll find some more villagers nearby to collect, and you can come back tomorrow to continue the work."
Qin Shi Huang's expression froze, and he visibly paused for a moment.
Yu Ningning, oblivious to the danger, was preparing dinner using the fruits of Qin Shi Huang's labor when she heard another announcement in her mind.
"The second patient has arrived... buzzing... Please, Dean, go and check on the patient... buzzing..."
Yu Ningning, who was reviewing the second patient's information: ? ? ?
Hey system, explain yourself! Where is the second patient?!
And what strange, unknown quirks do the patients in this mental hospital have?
There's a veteran Qin Shi Huang cosplayer here...
Why is the second patient named... Daji?
...
at the same time.
On the bustling street, late-night office workers hurried across the traffic lights when a charming woman in ancient costume suddenly appeared. She strolled casually, attracting countless admiring and envious glances, while lightly covering her exquisite lips and looking around with great interest.
"Hmm, so this is what the system meant by the future? It's much more interesting and lively than the King's Chaoge."
As if remembering something, she smiled charmingly, causing countless passing men to stare wide-eyed: "According to the system data, the dean we've never met seems to have encountered some trouble recently. How can we not prepare a generous gift for our first meeting?"
Then she hailed a taxi, and through the rolled-down window, she smiled gently at the driver, her breath sweet as orchids, "My sir, do you know how to get to the entertainment department of the An Group?"
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