Money Is Just Dirt to Me

Wang Chen traveled to the strange world of the 16-year-old prince of the same name in the Great Xia Dynasty. This was a world of high martial arts. A hundred years ago, black mist filled the entire world and strangeness broke out. Of the eighty-one provinces of the Great Xia Dynasty, except for the nine provinces of the Central Plains that were still under the control of the imperial court, the remaining seventy-two provinces were shrouded in black mist, and weirdos, careerists, and Jianghu sects appeared. The late emperor worked hard for twenty years and raised millions of troops in the Northern Expedition. In the end, he was defeated and died. The country could not live without a king for a day. Wang Chen was supported by all the ministers and ascended the throne. Wang Chen was paralyzed just after he ascended the throne. The nine northern provinces he had just conquered were short of major generals. Daxia was surrounded by wild beasts. The heart of the family and the strange peeps, but the former emperor's Northern Expedition exhausted the treasury money and food, and the court did not pay wages for three years. Now that the army is defeated, the families of millions of soldiers, the families of six-level nobles and hundreds of ministers also need to be appeased, which totals 160 million taels. Wang Chen looked at the ministers holding the bills at the court meeting, and was completely numb. This was the beginning of the collapse of heaven. Someone else traveled through time and space to be the emperor, talking about the Tianxian. How could he owe a lot of debt now? He suddenly felt that the emperor had no taste. Destroy it, and lay down. Fortunately, he awakened the critical sign-in system. Critical strikes can critically attack the quantity or quality of items. Signing in every day can get some items. Wang Chen felt that he was good again and shouted: I am the god of the new era.