On the day Chongzhen hanged himself, our traveling group of 500 people were still bragging.
As soon as I opened my eyes, the city of Beijing was destroyed. The system throws three options: Restoration, Return to the Qing Dynasty, and Self-build - the first two are free amulets, and the self-built one starts with naked equipment.
I, a senior high school student who only knows how to play games, chose the third option.
From then on, I treated the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty as a game: the group chat of 500 people was my intelligence network and my battlefield, the metaphysics girl who was desperate was my eyes, and the street gang brothers carried the sword for me. Fire guns, Feng Shui, and modern thinking are all used to treat all kinds of dissatisfaction.
Shen Ke said that I went against nature - he returned to the Qing Dynasty to be a dog, and I established myself as a human being; he wanted to be an obedient citizen of history, but I wanted to be the master of history.
Three years of Ping Liao? I don't need three years.
Give me a broken valley and I will give you a piece of China.
