Return from Chongzhen Ancestral Temple

No cement, no glass, no steam engines. Chongzhen's soul passed through him and he was reborn, and there was only one thing on his mind - how to let Wei Zhongxian live for a few more years. In his previous life, he hanged himself on a coal mountain. Before his death, there was only one eunuch left by his side. The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty either surrendered the intruders or opened the city gates. When I open my eyes in this life, it will be the seventh and eighth month of the apocalypse. The imperial brother is still alive, Wei Zhongxian is still alive, Liaodong has not been lost, and Shaanxi has not yet rebelled. Nothing has happened yet, but it will happen soon. He has no golden fingers. He doesn't know how to make guns, he doesn't know how to make steel, and he doesn't know anything about constitutional monarchy. The only thing he has more than in his previous life is the memory of those seventeen years - who was loyal and who was traitorous, who died when, which battle should be fought, and which decision made him doomed. That's enough.