In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, on the eve of King Xin Zhu Youjian's ascension to the throne, he saw his own ending at a glance - seventeen years later, Meishan Bailing hanged the king.
There is no system, no golden finger, he only brings the general trend of the late Ming Dynasty that he saw through at a glance in his previous life. The emperor's brother's body was still cold, and his wet nurse brought him a bowl of "soothing medicine". Nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian was in power, and his treasury was empty enough to run a horse race.
When others time-travel and open Golden Finger, he only does one thing: seal the medicine bowl, keep the account books, and write down the names of every corrupt official.
Check the accounts and ascend to the throne, step by step. When the worms in the court were caught one by one, when the railways and naval ships moved from the drawings to the mountains and seas - he discovered that the most difficult thing to change was not the country, but the people's hearts.
In this life, whose turn is it to tie the white silk ribbon at Meishan?
