On March 19, the 17th year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng captured the capital.
Emperor Zhu Youjian of the Ming Dynasty stood under the crooked-neck tree in Meishan, taking off the jade belt around his waist, preparing to end this absurd life.
As he drew his sword, he knocked down a loose stone slab under the tree.
There is a well below, and you can see the world four hundred years from now.
There lived an old soldier named Zhu on the other side of the well, who was a descendant of the Zhu family. After four hundred years, the old man said four words to his ancestors:
"Don't die first."
So, cold medicine was handed over from the well, fine salt, iodophor, gauze, lighter, high-yielding sweet potato seeds, flintlock blueprints...
In the same way, seventeen years of Chongzhen passed from the place called "Future".
Li Zicheng besieged the city? Antibiotics first save the soldiers and civilians infected with the epidemic, then the Eight Banners Cavalry goes south? The three-stage shooting of a flintlock gun teaches you how to be a good person.
Are the refugees dying of hunger everywhere? The yield of sweet potatoes per acre is two thousand catties, and there are countless living people.
This is the story of a well, and also the story of an emperor's transformation from "King of the Subjugated Country" to "Emperor of the Opening of Heaven".
This is a story about an ordinary family four hundred years later, who devoted everything they had to raising a dynasty across time.
I am not guarding the country alone.
