After traveling through time and becoming the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Changxun was not bound to the sign-in system, but to the [Civilization Survival Observation Panel]. A line of words floated before my eyes: "National luck value: 38.7. Life expectancy: 28 years."
The internal treasury is empty, the court is fighting with factions, Liaodong is in danger, and refugees are everywhere. In his eyes, the clothes and clothes of the imperial court were like "pathological slices" of walking one after another - some people had the gray-green energy on their heads that wasted the empire, and some people's official robes were covered with cracks that were hardened by their thoughts.
Holding a jade cicada that can "auscultate" the structure of civilization, Zhu Changxun knew that saving the Ming Dynasty could not rely on loyal ministers, but a scalpel. Establishing the Gokuyuan, opening up new tax sources, and building an ocean-going fleet... He wanted to replace the blood and reconnect the bones of this dying giant.
This is not a counterattack, this is a civilizational rescue that spans three hundred years. Starting from a seed that took root in Tianjin, he wanted to make the Ming Dynasty live another five hundred years.
