Chongzhen Still Has Three Days to Hang Himself, but I Can Only Look at People

He drove screws for eight years and died suddenly on the assembly line. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a newspaper spread out on the table, with the date written on March 16, the 17th year of Chongzhen. Three days later, Li Zicheng captured Beijing. Seven days later, Chongzhen hanged himself in Meishan. And his current identity is Zheng Sen, the son of Zheng Zhilong, a Fujian scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam. He doesn't know how to do martial arts, fight, or make firearms, and he can't even memorize the Four Books and Five Classics. In his previous life in a factory, the only skill he learned was to tell at a glance who was reliable, who was lazy, and who was a thorn. Now, he will use this only ability to earn a way for himself in the Shura field three days later. Save Chongzhen first, then save Ming Dynasty. From a doomsday gambler to a wise counselor, from a tragic commander to an iron-blooded emperor. The historical knowledge in his mind was gradually failing, and the butterfly effect turned his prediction into an expired map. There is no golden finger, no standard answer. He can only rely on his eyes to see, his brain to think, and his hands that have driven screws to twist the scattered hearts back bit by bit. He saved Chongzhen and deceived him for more than ten years. He promoted sea stamps, confiscated imperial merchants, made three Northern Expeditions, and fought all the way from outside Beijing back to the Forbidden City. He stood at the foot of Meishan Mountain and said, "Your Majesty, I am here", and when he breached the city at Desheng Gate, he shouted "Your Majesty, Chongzhen, we are back." But he is an assembly line worker after all. He couldn't understand his son, couldn't keep his best brother, he didn't reconcile with his father while he was alive, and everyone he knew around him was gone before he died. He has been screwing for eight years in his life and has been emperor for more than thirty years. The eight-character inscription in front of the mausoleum was chosen by him himself—— If you know people well and are responsible for their duties, you can restore our rivers and mountains.