When Chongzhen was about to hang himself, he opened his eyes to see the sky full of flames as the capital fell, and outside the door were the bloodthirsty scimitars of the Eight Banners cavalry. Wei Ci smiled - he was bound to the infrastructure madman system with an interstellar warehouse, and the entire modern industrial system was carried in his pocket.
Burning glass to make cement? Just an appetizer. When the blast furnaces were built in Shandong and when the first breech-loading rifle flowed out of the quenching oil tank, everyone thought he just wanted to be a rich man.
Until Huang Taiji's scimitar struck the tank's composite armor and splashed sparks, until the bastion group made of standardized components crushed the backbone of the Eight Banners. When Chongzhen knelt down to beg him to ascend the throne, Wei Ci was planning the Pacific Rim High-Speed Railway with a tablet.
Plant potatoes, build railways, and pay wages to the refugees - don't worry, when the sewers are all over North Zhili, we will send an aircraft carrier to Manila to farm.
