After working overtime for two consecutive weeks, Shen Yue collapsed at his workstation at three o'clock in the morning. When he opened his eyes again - there were moldy beams above his head, herbs in his mouth, and there was a memory in his mind that did not belong to him: he was wearing a beam and leaning towards a seventeen-year-old dilapidated nobleman, who had just thrown himself into a well the day before yesterday.
The reason is that he was publicly humiliated by the clan scholar.
Shen Yue felt something was wrong. There is a gap of half a year in the original memory - like a piece of data that has been deliberately deleted. As for the food expenses of Sanfang's 2 taels of silver per month, I don't know which month started, it became a charity that depends on the person's face even for a bowl of porridge.
There is no system beep, no property panel, and no cheats. The most valuable legacy of his previous life is the way of thinking developed from ten years of algorithm training - splitting all complex problems into data flows, finding redundancies and loopholes, and then reconstructing them.
He did the same operation to the Shen family:
The accounts are messed up? The anomaly detection algorithm went through it and found twelve nodes where Mr. Qian had made false accounts. Water transportation is blocked? By optimizing the transport capacity through route planning, the ship can earn three hundred taels more by running less for one day. Passed the imperial examination? Sorry, the screening mechanism of the imperial examination is an overfitting recommendation system in his eyes.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty said that he was deceiving the public with his evil words, the Bei Rong cavalry was eyeing him at the border, and the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce regarded him as a thorn in his side.
Shen Yue only said two words:
"Online."
