Lu Shanxue

When Wanli of the Ming Dynasty met modern statistics, a time traveler who just wanted to lie down In the twenty-eighth year of Wanli, when Shen Shi was in charge of the country, the treasury was empty and the refugees were blocked. Shen Huaian, a doctor in the Ministry of Revenue, was accused of corruption and demoted to the magistrate of Lushan County, Ruzhou Prefecture, Henan Province because he asked one more question about the grain accounts. Lushan County is a remote place in western Henan, with many mountains and thin fields. Last year, there was a severe drought. It cost thousands of dollars to fight for rice. Hungry people gathered in the mountains and forests, and more than half of the county government officials fled. The previous county magistrate had poor performance and left, leaving his successor with only a bad debt, three leaky rooms, and seven faces that were green with hunger. Shen Huaian came from five hundred years in the future. He knew that Emperor Wanli would die in another twenty years, that the Donglin Party and the Eunuch Party would fight to the death, and that the Jurchens outside the pass were sharpening their knives, and that they would break through Shanhaiguan in a few decades. He knows everything, so he doesn't want to do anything. In this era with no Wi-Fi, no takeout, and no flush toilets, he just wants to survive. But the winter in Lushan County is too cold. It was so cold that someone stuffed the last half of a piece of cake into her granddaughter's mouth and starved to death by the stove; it was so cold that the widow on the field ridge left a handful of chaff for the chicken before she was forcibly drafted into the army. Shen Huaian finally took out the official seal from his arms and knocked three times on the stone steps at the door. Use modern mathematics to re-measure the county's land and uncover the black fields that the wealthy gentry concealed; use double-entry accounting to plug the holes in the county government; use dense planting and sweet potatoes to let the people have a bite to eat before spring. "He took up the official seal of the county magistrate, not for the emperor, but for this world."