Transmigrated as Emperor Huizong of Song? No, I'm Building Infrastructure!

After waking up, Zhao Ji found himself as Emperor Huizong of Song. A master of both painting and calligraphy, founder of Slender Gold script, and builder of the splendid Garden of the Golden Mound. In fifteen years, the Jurchen hooves would trample it all to dust. The scholars at court were full of empty talk, and the treasury couldn’t even pay the soldiers. He leaned back on the dragon throne. “There’s no saving this. We might as well wait to die.” “Ding! The Heavenly Creations System has been activated. Build infrastructure to unlock new technology.” Zhao Ji slowly sat upright. Cai Jing’s silver, the stones from the Flower and Stone Convoy, and the wasteland outside Bianjing. In other hands, these were spoils of corruption and toys. In his, they could become highways, blast furnaces, and things the Jurchen had never seen before. Wanyan Zongwang’s golden tent was still pitched on the north bank of the Yellow River. He looked down at the eight characters on the military report, “Fires seen north of Bianjing at night,” then turned the paper over. He didn’t know what they were, but he soon would...