The moment he opened his eyes, two words popped into Zhu Youxiao's mind -
Finished.
Emperor Tianqi. Carpenter Emperor. Died twenty years ago. The Hunjun, who is stamped in the history books, did nothing but carpentry during his six years in office. Wei Zhongxian shouted Nine Thousand Years Old outside, Nurhaci was sharpening his sword in Liaodong, the Donglin Party and the Eunuch Party were hacking each other in the court hall, the load-bearing wall of the Ming Dynasty was tilted eighty degrees, and everyone was waiting for it to collapse.
And he was the fool who was nailed into the history books and was responsible for "accelerating the collapse".
Countdown to twenty months.
Zhu Youxiao huddled on the dragon chair in Qianqing Palace, staring at the carving knife in his hand, his fingers were cold.
Accept your fate?
He turned the carving knife.
Having read the history of the Ming Dynasty for six years in his previous life, he knew better than anyone in this era that the Ming Dynasty was not defeated, but the tenons were rotten, the beams and columns were crooked, and they fell apart on their own. To repair a house, you must first find the beam that is secretly struggling.
Wei Zhongxian? Let me kneel first.
Liaodong? The gun mount has been modified for you.
Jiubian food and salary? Double-entry accounting arrangements.
He used a carving knife to mark the lines for the officials, used a plane to trim the burrs of the court, and used mortise and tenon to seal the cracks in the empire inch by inch. The countdown is running, and every stab is fighting for life during the entry eighteen years later.
It wasn't until the end that he discovered——
The real enemy is never outside Shanhaiguan.
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Reading Tip: Start on Hell Difficulty. The protagonist is not Long Aotian, who trades his life for time in every game.
