Great Ming: You Said We Were Farming, So Why Are You Pulling Out a Nuclear Bomb?

When Zhu Zhanmo pulled a missile silo out of nowhere, he only meant to scare the Oirats. Zhu Di, however, summoned the Imperial Astronomical Bureau in the middle of the night: “Calculate the fate of the nation at once!” Half a year later, Zhu Zhanmo's mining truck was enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and cars became “sacred artifacts” reserved for the imperial family. Zhu Zhanji, commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, patted the new car. “Little brother, can this ‘steed’ travel a thousand li in a day?” He rubbed his forehead. “Brother, this is science...”