There Are Only Fourteen Years Left in the Ming Dynasty. I Will Recover the Murderous Decree First.

In August of the third year of Chongzhen, Yuan Chonghuan had been taken to the execution platform. When Lin Chaoyang opened his eyes, he became Zhu Youjian who would hang himself in Meishan fourteen years later. To make matters worse, the imperial edict to execute Yuan Chonghuan had already left Qianqingmen half an hour ago. He has no system and cannot recite the complete history. As the person in charge of heavy industry safety and supply chain, he would only ask a few stupid things: which original copy this sentence was copied from, whose hands the grain passed through, how many pots 100,000 soldiers had to eat, and who signed off on the accident. He recovered the first imperial edict, but he could not recover the military salary, credit and human lives that a dynasty had overdrawn for many years. Every time a false account is discovered, there are people behind it who rely on it to survive; every time a rule is established, someone learns to use the new rules to make fraud; every time a city is saved, another place may starve to death first. Fourteen years later, Beijing will still fall, and he will still walk up the coal mountain. But this time, he wanted to cut more than just a rope.