Everyone in the Civil and Military Dynasties Said I Was Crazy.

On August 24, the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Chongzhen's enthronement ceremony was held. The young emperor on the dragon throne looked at the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty, with only one thought in his mind: The time left for me is running out. The ideal soul of a modern high-achieving student wears Chongzhen, and the day he ascends the throne is the countdown to the fall of the Ming Dynasty. Everyone in the civil and military circles of the dynasty said that the new emperor was crazy - instead of killing Wei Zhongxian, he accepted him as a white glove; instead of suppressing the Donglin Party, he pushed them to go to sea to do business. No one knows that he comes from three hundred years in the future, and he clearly knows that the Xiaoglaihe natural disaster, the Houjin Iron Cavalry, and the refugee uprising can all lead to the destruction of the country. Clearing acres of land, opening up the sea for trade, improving firearms, setting up workshops, developing steam, and building railways. Using eunuchs as swords, Donglin as calculation, and technology as core, he wanted to forcefully drag a dying feudal dynasty into the industrial age. Recover Liaodong, sail around the world, colonize the New World, and launch rockets. He spent his life creating an unprecedented new era of Ming Dynasty. But when he woke up in his bed in a modern hospital and frantically searched through historical records, he discovered that on March 19, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the crooked-neck tree on the Meishan Mountain was still there. History, nothing has changed.