Chongzhen: I Am Determined to Turn the Sky Upside Down

When Zhu Youjian, a researcher on the history of the Ming Dynasty, suddenly collapsed in front of a pile of books and opened his eyes again, the bright yellow brocade of the dragon bed made him unable to open his eyes - he turned out to be the grandson of Wanli, Emperor Chongzhen who had just ascended the throne for one month. At that time, the Ming Dynasty was already riddled with problems: the remnants of the eunuch party were causing trouble in the court, the Donglin party was making trouble for the country with empty talk, and the party was fighting like a knife; the iron cavalry of the Hou Jin Dynasty knocked on the pass and went south, Jinzhou was in flames, the frontier army was not paid for three months, and a mutiny was imminent; a severe drought in Shaanxi resulted in no harvest, refugees were everywhere, and they died of hunger; the national treasury was empty, but the noble vassal kings were sitting on thousands of coins, and they could not get a cent. In the history books, the Crooked Neck Tree in Meishan in 1644 was waiting for the last emperor faintly in the depths of time and space. But this time, the person sitting on the dragon throne is no longer the suspicious and impatient Zhu Youjian who destroyed the Great Wall. He understands the trend of history, understands people's plans, and brings modern thinking on world governance: In the court, he used the eunuch party's frame-up case to shake up the mountain and shock the tiger, balance Donglin and the nobles, single-handedly promote capable ministers from poor families, and dismantle the intricate network of interests; In front of the army, he refused to believe the false promise of "restoring the Liao Dynasty in five years", and prioritized rectifying the logistics of food routes, using new military training methods to reshape the frontier army, and secretly planned firearms innovation to make it difficult for the Later Jin cavalry to gallop freely; Among the people, he withstood the pressure of nobles to recover tax arrears, opened warehouses to provide disaster relief, diverted refugees, and nipped the flames of uprising in the bud. The wind in Meishan is still biting, but this time, Zhu Youjian holds a red pen in his hand and his eyes are like a torch: "My Ming Dynasty will never be allowed to die in my hands!" This is a fate-defying change that began on the dragon couch, and it is also an epic of the Ming and ZTE resurgence with intertwined power and intrigue, and a glacial iron horse.