When he woke up, in front of him was a posthumous edict written in blood: "I am not the king who has subjugated the country, but all my ministers are the ministers of the country's subjugation."
Zhu Youjian - no, Lin Cang - looked at the thin face in the bronze mirror and remembered that Chongzhen in history would hang himself in Meishan three years later. The dilemma he faced was: Li Zicheng was sharpening his sword in Shangluo Mountain, Huang Taiji was working hard in Shenyang, and the ministers of the DPRK and the Central Government were quarreling over who would bear the responsibility for "suppression of wages."
He wants to live.
So began the most sophisticated "political surgery" in history——
He used the Caobang account book to force the Ministry of Accounts to cough up two million taels of silver, and established an imperial store to do business with Jiangnan merchants; he transformed Jinyiwei into an intelligence bureau, and every secret letter from the minister would appear on his desk three days later; he secretly built a blast furnace in Tianjinwei, preparing to use flintlocks and bastions to drag the Eight Banners cavalry into the quagmire of modern war.
But when he finally stabilized the situation, a secret letter from outside the customs made him shiver——
"There is a counselor under Huang Taiji's tent who knows astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom. He must be said to 'know things by studying things'."
On the sketch drawn by the counselor with fine charcoal strips, there was a structural diagram of a Minie rifle.
It turns out that he is not the only one who has traveled through time.
And the empire he built, ZTE, is becoming a chessboard for two modern souls to play chess across the air.
The mountains and rivers are the chessboard, and the people are the chess pieces.
This round, he wants to win.
