Traveling Through the Mountains and Rivers of Chongzhen, I Want All the Beauties

When I traveled through time, Daming was already seriously ill. Land annexation spreads like cancer, internal party strife spreads like blood and sand, the snow in Liaodong is mixed with corpses, and the rice in the south rots in the warehouses. The history books only gave me four words: If you are not the king of the country's subjugation, you should be the fate of the country's subjugation. But I don't believe it. I want to use modern blood to ignite the ancient soul. I have no system, only a mind from the future and a notebook filled with lessons from history. I deposed Qingliu and enabled "traitors"; I bowed to businessmen and formed an alliance with pirates; I trampled Neo-Confucianism under my feet and put arithmetic and machinery on the altar. I don't care about my posthumous reputation, even if the history pen is as sharp as a knife and scolds me for being violent, greedy, and deviant. I just want to ask: If I can exchange my reputation for being stigmatized in exchange for the Chinese bloodline not being ruined for three hundred years, is this deal worth it? This is a huge gamble with time, with civilization as the bet. And I, Chongzhen, want to win. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.