Pingxi

Lu Heng, 24 years old, graduate student in Ming history. He knew Wu Sangui's fate better than anyone else--the switch was demoted to the Qing Dynasty, his reputation was ruined, and he was reviled forever. So he is more unwilling than anyone else. Traveling back to the night of Songjin's defeat in the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, he became the Wu Sangui who had just crawled out from the dead. The eight thousand remnant soldiers were surrounded by enemies on all sides. The imperial court held them accountable and the Qing army looked at them. No one believed that this defeated army could survive this winter. But he knew where the coal was, how to smelt iron, and how to temper knives. He knew which post road could reach Beijing from Ningyuan in five days. He knew when Li Zicheng would come, what Dorgon wanted, and what Chongzhen was afraid of. It took him three months to reorganize Ningyuan and a year to gain a foothold in the cracks between the three parties. He exchanged the recipe for coke and iron smelting in exchange for the Qing government not to go south for three years, and exchanged the five-day bloody battle at Deshengmen for a handwritten edict from Chongzhen. The "traitors" in history books are gradually becoming the pillars of the empire. But history is like a silent millstone, still grinding in its original direction. The old crooked-neck tree in Meishan is still waiting for him. "I know that you are loyal and brave." Chongzhen wrote one word at the end of the edict - Zhen. That is the emperor's name. He never used this word to any of his ministers. —— This is a story about "rewriting fate". It is also the story of a man who, in a three-way strangulation, used a knife, a plan, and a human heart to pry himself off the pillar of shame in the history books inch by inch. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, hard-core people were cultivating the land through power and not wisdom.