Shen Ci is a cultural relic restorer. Late one night, an eight-year-old child dressed in a Ming Dynasty python robe climbs out of an ancient bronze mirror.
“Immortal, save my great-grandmother! Save Ying!”
Looking at Zhu Xiongying, who is on the brink of death from smallpox, Shen Ci quickly gives him a modern miracle drug injection and tosses him a packet of spicy strips.
From then on, Shen Ci’s living room becomes the only transit point between the Ming Dynasty and the modern world.
Shen Ci only meant to trade for a few antiques to make some money and have fun with the kid. Who knew the Ming Dynasty would change beyond recognition!
Zhu Yuanzhang stares at the World Mineral Map, eyes burning. “If our Ming Dynasty can’t even conquer the whole world, what use are these iron cavalry?!”
Zhu Biao gazes at the hybrid rice and sheds a bitter tear. “With this divine treasure, the people of the Ming Dynasty will never go hungry again!”
General Lan Yu clutches a Gatling gun and laughs toward the sky. “The Northern Desert’s royal court? I’ll send them straight to the afterlife today!”
A few years later, while the European powers are still tentatively exploring the edges of the Age of Discovery, the Ming Dynasty’s ironclad fleet has already blockaded coastlines across the globe.
Meanwhile, behind it all, Shen Ci lies in his modern villa, looking at the jade seals from every nation that Zhu Xiongying has sent him. He sighs helplessly. “I only wanted to raise a kid. How did I end up becoming the supreme god of the Ming Dynasty?”
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A taste of AI
This is a batch of classical Chinese essays about water
After selling antiques and getting raped, after Jin Yiwei subdued these people, it was outrageous for the protagonist to let them go. Shouldn't they capture Ming Ling Chi?
I like to pretend to be cultured, there are a lot of adjectives, and the writing is like prose, just like some novels written like government work reports, which makes it very awkward to read.