The emperor is the slave of history.
Xie Yuan, a doctor of history, opened his eyes and found that he had become Chongzhen, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
Spread on the imperial desk was the annual income report reported by the Ministry of Revenue. He just took one look at it and laughed - this data did not match the "Ming Dynasty Records" that he had stayed up late to chew.
He called Wang Chengen over: "Go and bring over the book of debts accumulated in the past ten years from the Ministry of Household Affairs."
The eunuch was stunned: "Long live Lord, do you want to see this?"
Xie Yuan spread out the rice paper, dipped in ink and started writing. The first line was the title of his thesis that was rejected by his mentor and rewritten three times in the 21st century: "Analysis of the supply-side causes of fiscal collapse in the late Ming Dynasty - Taking the Chongzhen Dynasty as an example."
No one in the civil and military circles believed in him.
Hou Jin's iron cavalry looked at him with eager eyes.
There are millions of refugees, crying out for food.
He only has one thing that others don't have: four hundred years of historical lessons, which are firmly in his mind.
When Huang Taiji's envoy secretly handed over the secret letter of peace talks, Xie Yuan held the letter and remembered the sentence in his thesis that was marked with three exclamation points by his instructor——
"The greatest tragedy of Chongzhen's reign was not that he had no choice, but that he chose the worst option every time."
He picked up a pen and wrote one word on the secret letter:
"Talk."
From this moment on, the course of history was completely rewritten.
"I have been reading for twenty-six years and wrote a history of the fall of the Ming Dynasty. Now God has given me seventeen years to change it into an essay on the resurgence of the Ming Dynasty with my own hands."
The Ming Dynasty did not perish, starting from Xie Yuan.
