Chongzhen: Goldfingers, I'm Tired!

Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty went against the routine and made a critical attack, with black humor. My Ming Dynasty is surrounded by more than seventy golden fingers who are chattering endlessly. Others traveled through time and sent cheaters, and my court, Zhu Youjian, was forcibly demolished by the cheater(s) - the golden light struck down, and the civil and military forces of the entire court collectively changed cores. The "I" on the dragon's throne automatically shouted "Steampunk! Industrial Revolution!", Just like selling powerful pills; the Ministry of Household Affairs pushed for a 12% annualized national debt, and the collateral was air; the Ministry of War painted the Napoleon cannon on the wat board, but suddenly got stuck and "forgot the gunpowder ratio"; the Hanlin bachelor threw eight shares and got angry over "thermal efficiency". As for Chongzhen, I was consciously squeezed into a corner, watching this "talent show from heaven" and the internal barrage exploded: "There was famine in Shaanxi, military disaster in Liaodong, rats starved to death in the treasury - in your tens of billions of PPTs, is there a page that teaches me how to suppress food prices?" Even more absurd is the airborne death mission of the anti-travel harassment system: "Let the imperial meeting take place within twelve hours, otherwise the Ming Dynasty will be deconstructed by the chaos blueprint!" So the worst project manager in history came online: Party A is the dying Ming Dynasty, and Party B is the seventy-nine visionaries who "dare to pry the earth if they have blueprints." I threw out a critical attack from reality: "No matter how beautiful the bond model is, the court's credit is bankrupt; no matter how handsome the flintlock gun is, the craftsmen would have chosen Li Zicheng early; no matter how advanced the blast furnace is, there will be no coal mines!" Watching their collapse from "changing the world" to "unable to handle the basic materials", I enjoy the misery: I used to worry about the country's subjugation, but now I worry about letting the dreamers in the cloud fill holes in reality.