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--He wrote the logic of express sorting into the answer to save the world The modern express delivery manager turned into a seriously injured Li Zicheng when he opened his eyes. In 1644, the world was at a crossroads. In the east, Manchu cavalry broke through the border, in the west, Zhang Xianzhong massacred Sichuan, in the south, there was endless internal fighting in the Southern Ming Dynasty, and Emperor Chongzhen was about to hang himself in Beijing. As for his ragged peasant army, food and grass were at the bottom, the plague was rampant, and the generals just wanted to rush into Beijing to "eat his mother and wear his mother". He reconstructed this era in a modern way: Turn the post roads into a "express delivery network", and the information will be three days faster than the Eight Banner Horse. Isolation was used to fight the plague, and lime disinfection was denounced as "witchcraft." Set a KPI for the firearms camp and explode the chamber ten times? Then try it for the hundredth time. He said to Wu Sangui: "Shanhaiguan will give you double your salary and no five insurances and one housing fund." Standing in front of Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, let's sign an outsourcing contract... Let's build slaves together first?" But historical inertia is as heavy as a mountain: The old men asked: "King Chuang, why didn't you let others rob you? Then what are you trying to do?" The Qing army's cavalry knocked at the gate: "Li Zicheng, with all your amazing skills and tricks, can you stop me with a hundred thousand armor?" Deep down, the courier's soul was struggling: "I'm just a courier... Why should I decide the life and death of hundreds of millions of people?" When he finally stood on the top of the Forbidden City, The hand is not a jade seal, but a map filled with logistics nodes and defense lines. In the north, Dorgon is sharpening his sword; In the south, the scholar-bureaucrats called him a "roving bandit who stole the country"; In her arms, the rescued Princess Mingchao asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

In 2148, humans huddled in the floating city "Xinjixia" on the sea. Engineer Lin Mu arrived with his grandfather's clay pot, which contained several ancient species that were supposed to be extinct and a chip that recorded the "star map" of the fire of civilization. When the ancient seeds sprouted in the salty soil, he became a heretic. One side is the "Ember Sect" that protects ancient wisdom, and the other side is the "Pure Fire" organization that pursues virtual eternity. Lin Mu was forced to find a third path in the ashes of civilization - not a retrospect or an ascension, but a "legacy" path calibrated with ancient wisdom for the future. The embers of civilization were dying, and he had to rekindle the spark.

The courier traveled through the late Ming Dynasty and became the postman Li Zicheng. Do not kneel to heaven and earth, do not kneel to the court, and do not become a victim of history. Use your modern thinking to find a way out in troubled times. From a postman to an emperor, rewrite the late Ming Dynasty and reshape China!

A courier in the late Ming Dynasty. It was normal to deliver official documents, run urgently, feed horses, and protect documents. Going out before dawn and returning late at night. Traveling hundreds of miles a day was the norm. Being late even a minute was punishable by a cane, and missing military information was a crime of beheading. There is no basic salary, no social security, no subsidies, only a pitiful ration. If a horse dies, we will pay for it ourselves, if an official document is lost, we will have to carry it ourselves, and the superior officials will embezzle us at every level. When it comes to our hands, we can't even have enough to eat. But now, even this most painful and tiring way of survival is gone.