Jiang Bei unexpectedly discovered that he could return to the Great Ming several centuries in the past.
It was the seventeenth year of the Chongzhen reign. A blizzard had raged for three whole years, sending global temperatures plunging and freezing the earth. Countless people had frozen or starved to death.
A piece of soft bread he casually tossed away was enough to make a famous Qinhuai courtesan pledge herself to him.
A cheap cotton coat bought from a street stall was enough to persuade a wealthy merchant to give up his entire fortune in exchange.
Coarse liquor costing just three and a half yuan per catty made countless heroes of history bow before him.
Wealth, beauties, slaves, and power: in this globally frozen Great Ming, Jiang Bei could trade cheap supplies for all of them.
Years later, standing atop the walls of the Forbidden City in the Ming capital, Jiang Bei gazed out at the miles of ice and snow and said with a sigh, “This is my Great Ming.”
