I Have the Final Say in This World for a Hundred Years!

Zhao Hong was transformed into an ancient prince. He worked hard for thirty years to ascend the throne and became emperor. He promoted the New Deal, instituted a maritime ban, supported industry and commerce, and established new schools. However, he offended the entire old interest group and was poisoned and assassinated in the palace. When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn at the end of the dynasty and became a street beggar with the same name. What he saw in front of him was a hellish scene: people exchanged their sons for food, women were forced to have their feet bound, children read "Preserving Heaven's Law and Destroying Human Desires", clans set up private execution halls, and Western merchant ships showed off their power on the sea - but all the reforms he implemented in his previous life were completely overturned, and history retreated into a darker abyss. Zhao Hong smiled. In his last life, he was too benevolent and thought that top-down reforms could save the country. In this life—— He picked up an orphan with mechanical talent from the slums and taught him to build a steam engine; He exchanged banned books from Western merchants and opened an underground school in a ruined temple; He rescued a widow who was forced to die and made her the first female foreman; He pulled up a ragged "beggar army" and used gunpowder to blast open the landlord's granary. While the court was still arguing about "etiquette," black smoke was rising from his factory; While the gentry was still reciting poems, his musketeers had swept away the bandits; While the emperor was still refining elixirs in the palace, his new schools had spread all over the south. Until one day, one hundred thousand "New Workers' and Peasants' Army" troops came to the city, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were horrified to discover—— Under that red flag, the person leading the army was the late emperor who "died violently" thirty years ago. Zhao Hong sat on the tall horse, looked down at the dragon chair where he had sat, and said softly: "This time, I don't want to improve." "I want to—turn over the table."