He studied how the Ming Dynasty fell, but traveled to the time and space when the Ming Dynasty was still alive - the prosperous age of Yongzhao, with an annual income of 28 million taels and a silver deposit of 12 million taels in Taicang.
But when he woke up from the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, he could not see this. He only saw the scratches left by his predecessors on the wall and a piece of charcoal in his hand that could draw lines.
The female scribe shouldn't have looked at him a second time. Until he used the piece of charcoal to draw several pillars of different heights on the wall - it turned out that the accounts could be seen clearly at a glance, and it turned out that the "always like this" deficit could really be calculated without mercy.
Ghost quota, charcoal warehouse, and the whole chain of cannibalism. The more they cut open, the more they found the same disease hidden in the cracks of the prosperous age: their father allowed it to survive, but failed to teach it how to continue to grow.
What he wants to do is not to protect this rewritten world, but to push it in a direction that his father has never reached. Unblock the clogged banknotes, break the monopoly of maritime borders, and let the study of studying things replace the eight-part essay - let the Ming Dynasty not repeat the same mistakes of destruction in some corner that he cannot see.
It's just that every time you push forward, you have to get your hands dirty. Compromise, house arrest, and pushing people into the abyss with their own hands. He thought he could avoid all traps with the "Historical Error Book", but in the end he discovered that there will always be mistakes, but the important thing is that there are still opportunities to correct them.
When the steam engine finally smoked, and when the boy who called him "Master" became the overlord of the sea, the talisman suddenly became hot - summoning him to return to modern times.
Stay or leave?
She only said: "Where you go, the ledger goes."
And his three-year-old daughter is holding his finger and learning to draw the first pillar.
In one life, I dug through the iron house and taught this prosperous age to learn to grow.
