When he woke up, he became the most disliked useless prince Zhu Cijiong in the Chongzhen Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty.
At this time, outside the Forbidden City, King Chuang's army was sharpening their knives; outside the pass, the Eight Banners' cavalry were watching eagerly. Above the court, the Donglin Party members were still quarreling over the last few taels of silver in the treasury. His father, Emperor Chongzhen, had already chosen the crooked-necked tree on Meishan Mountain to hang himself on.
Everyone thought that the prince only knew how to fight crickets and watch flowers and birds, and that he was a man who could not be helped.
"Father, stop fighting, I will fill the treasury!"
"Donglin Lords, stop arguing, your heads are more effective than Jiannu's!"
When Zhu Cijiong silently built the first blast furnace and produced the first furnace of snow-patterned Utz steel, no one knew that a terrifying industrial behemoth was about to rise from this decaying land.
Others are still using bows, arrows and firecrackers, but my regiment of fusiliers has begun to fire volleys.
Others are still worrying about water transportation, but my steam paddle steamers are already traveling across the ocean.
Starting from steel-making, to dominating the world. Father, watch out, this is the coming of all nations that you have dreamed of! My dear son, I will build for you a Ming Empire on which the sun never sets.
