Dressed as Song Huizong? No, I Want to Build Infrastructure!

When he woke up, Zhao Ji became Song Huizong. Gen Yue is a master of calligraphy and painting, the originator of thin gold bodywork, and is a master of calligraphy and painting. Fifteen years later, the golden man's horse's hooves will trample all this into ashes. The scholar-bureaucrats throughout the dynasty were full of empty talk, and the treasury could not even pay military salaries. He leaned back on the dragon chair: There is no hope, just wait to die. "Ding! The Tiangong Kaiwu system is bound to it, and you can change the technology by doing infrastructure construction." Zhao Ji slowly sat up straight. The silver from Cai Jing, the stones from Huashi Gang, and the wasteland outside Bianjing City. In other people's hands, these things are corruption and playthings, but in his hands - they are Chidao, blast furnace, and things that the Jin people have never seen before. Wanyan Zongwang's golden tent is still pitched on the north bank of the Yellow River. He looked down at the words "There are fires in the north night of Bianjing City" in the military newspaper and turned the paper over. He didn't know what it was, but he would soon find out...