Late Ming Dynasty: I Set My Sights on the Squire's Silver Cellar

"If capital broke through the shackles of feudalism in the late Ming Dynasty, could China find another way?" In the sixth year of the Apocalypse, the salvation space capsule exploded in the sky - arms history books, pharmaceutical technology... Were scattered across the thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty! Supplies are lost! Zhu Hanwen set his sights on the 30 million taels of silver cellar of the squire's family. He wanted to turn the late Ming Dynasty into a capital testing ground... At this moment, history is being rewritten: —The dark room of the Forbidden City flashes a dim light that foretells the end of the dynasty —The rogue bandits were carrying the magic soldiers who were supposed to guard the country. —Expedited eight hundred miles outside the customs: The enemy chief died suddenly and mysteriously! Silver! The only way to survive in troubled times The blood and tears of thirty million taels of hungry people were imprisoned in the powerful cellars, and the rusty swords of the frontier soldiers could not break through the iron armor of the slaves. "There is no roadmap? Capital is the strongest roadmap!" —Deeds to wasteland pry open a thousand-year-old silver vault —Sweet potato leaves suck dry red merchant ships —When the first blast furnace swallowed drunken folk songs... When the undercurrent of capital turns into a noose Outrageous slanders were plastered all over the city wall: "Sweet potato scam!" "Securities witchcraft!" The history books in the Long Case sentenced me to be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, and the account books were stained with blood all over the "rebellious minister" Zhu Pi. Tearing the blood-stained memorandum into pieces, he roared at the collapsing era: "Since history says capital is a killing knife - I forged it into a shield to protect the country!"