Traveling to Chongzhen, my brain is the last straw for the Ming Dynasty!
Starting in the first year of Chongzhen, Li Mingyuan, a full-level history professor, embarked on a hard-core road to save the country.
There is no system, no golden fingers, only absolute control over the historical context!
Nine thousand years old, I will happily accept the thirty-five million taels you hid in the underground palace of Xiangshan Temple today.
Yuan Chonghuan, your five-year return to Liao Dynasty is a dream, but the policy I gave you to restore Liao Dynasty is real.
Accurately target every node of party disputes, predict every natural and man-made disaster, and make plans three years in advance.
Use modern governance thinking to reshape finance, and use the technological limits of the seventeenth century to improve gunpowder and farming.
The ministers knelt down and exclaimed: "Your majesty is so wise, you can actually see into people's hearts and calculate the secrets of the world for hundreds of years!"
Huang Taiji wailed in the snow of Liaodong: "Who can tell me why the Ming Emperor can predict my every move?!"
This is not metaphysics, this is the crushing wisdom and information gap dimensionality reduction attack that spans four hundred years.
This time, I will not hang on the Meishan Mountain. I will let the land illuminated by the sun and moon return to the Ming Dynasty for eternity!
"Now that I'm here, the rules of this age of navigation must be determined by the Ming Dynasty."
