In the first year of Tiansheng, Shen Zhe, a new scholar in the imperial examinations, offended Prime Minister Lu Yijian by outspokenly speaking out about current affairs. He was kicked to Longcheng Village, a remote small county on the border of Song and Xia, and served as the seventh-level magistrate.
No golden fingers, no high technology.
All that is left is the soul of a modern strategic consultant, and a bloody memory that he glimpsed when he traveled through time: The shame of Jingkang is still there.
He abided by all the rules of this era - he had to abide by the official rules, talk about superiority and inferiority, and even write letters in classical Chinese. But he hid modern thinking in the skin of the ancients: auditing is used to check accounts, performance is used to govern officials, incentives are used to train troops, and finance is used to manage finances.
While others were fighting for power in Bianjing, he was farming and training troops in the frontier fortress.
In thirty-seven years, he climbed step by step from the border magistrate to the imperial power minister, from a corner of Qinzhou to the center of the court.
Destroyed the Xixia, destroyed the Liao, and massacred the Jurchens - when the barbarian group that was supposed to break through Bianjing was strangled in the cradle by his own hands, the land of China was already in full glory.
Then, at the most glorious peak, he quietly retired.
Song Renzong sent people to search for it for three years but could not find it.
Before he died, the emperor murmured to his successor: "Jiang Ziya assisted Zhou, Zhang Liang assisted Han, they are not as good as Shen Qing... Keep looking for me."
Later generations put him in the Martial Arts Temple and ranked him with Jiang Taigong.
And the man who changed the fate of the Song Dynasty was sitting in front of a hut in the mountains of the south of the Yangtze River, looking at the smoke, and said to his old wife beside him:
"Remember when I was in Longcheng..."
A true powerful minister does not steal power, but uses it to protect the land.
Not relying on golden fingers, not violating history - this time travel is just to rewrite that line of words that will never be written: Jingkang Shame.
