Hello, everyone. I've transmigrated, and now I'm at Coal Hill. There's a crooked old tree ahead, with someone hanging from it, and a eunuch nearby, crying.
What should I do?
Waiting for answers online. This is pretty urgent.
But then,
in the years that followed,
Li Zicheng: "Eat their food, drink their drink! When the Chuang King comes, no more grain tax!"
Zhu Cilang: "Damn it! Without tax revenue, how are we supposed to pay the troops? Help disaster victims? Build roads?"
Dorgon: "Zhu Cilang is treacherous and ruthless in battle. It's harvest season now, so everyone be on your guard in case he comes raiding again."
Zhu Cilang: "How much can you possibly harvest in that little territory of yours? Raiding you once every two years will do. I'm not going this year."
Dorgon: "What kind of thing is that to say?"
Queen Yibai of the Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets: "Prime Minister, have you come on official business?"
Prime Minister: "Your Majesty, the Ming people are coming to build us a railway..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
