I Worked My Fingers to the Bone Helping the Poor, and You Say This Is the Great Ming?

"Don't worry, Village Chief! I signed a pledge with the organization. I absolutely won't leave until I've developed our Zhu Family Village!" Zhu Yuanzhang stared at the man spouting nonsense before him, completely baffled. What in the world? How had his vast Ming Empire become a tiny little village called Zhu Family Village? How had he, the mighty Emperor of the Ming, become a village chief? "Village Chief, I've brought advanced rice-growing technology. I guarantee everyone in the village will have enough to eat!" "As long as our village works hard, we'll have our own buses one day!" "Who still rides horse-drawn carriages these days? They've been obsolete for ages. You can just fly through the sky on a plane!" Before Zhu Yuanzhang could figure out who Hua Long was, Hua Long had already left him utterly stunned. And that wasn't all. In private conversations, Hua Long won over the other civil and military officials as well. "Old Li? You mean Li Shanchang of the Ming? Oh, he rebelled, so Old Zhu had him killed." "Old Xu, you mean Xu Da? He's doing just fine. The emperors who ruled the Ming after him were even descended from his bloodline!" "Xiao Di, you're asking whether Zhu Di was an easygoing prince in history? He was more than a prince: he rebelled and became emperor!" "Madam Ma, after Empress Ma died in history, Old Zhu nearly went mad!" "After Zhu Biao died, Old Zhu went on a killing spree. The Hu Weiyong case alone claimed tens of thousands of lives, including quite a few founding heroes of the empire! Hm? Old Hu, why are you shaking?" The blurb doesn't do it justice. Read the story!