Late Ming Dynasty: I Am Engaged in Industry in Jiangnan

Wang Xingyu died suddenly after working overtime and woke up to find himself slumped on a carved wooden bed with half a bottle of residual wine in his hand. There is a thousand taels of gambling debt recorded in the ledger, and the land deed of 300 acres is in the hands of the gambling house and will be taken away in a few days. From the woodshed, a maidservant whispered: "The young master drank too much yesterday and locked the girl in the woodshed overnight..." Wang Xingyu rubbed his temples and pushed open the door of the woodshed with an oil lamp. There was a girl huddled in the corner, with a rope tied around her wrists, and her eyes were frighteningly bright under the light. He knelt down and untied the rope, took off his fox fur and draped it over her shoulders. "I'm sorry for what happened in the past." Starting from a piece of lard soap, Wang Xingyu led the whole family to repair waterwheels, build workshops, and open trade routes. Glass, soap, new agricultural tools - these things that do not belong to this era have taken root in Jiangnan one by one. The neighbors in Jinxi Town who were originally waiting to see his jokes gradually began to run along with the Wangfu's morning exercise chant. Thousands of miles away in the Forbidden City, Emperor Chongzhen was worried about the empty warehouses of the Ministry of Revenue. He didn't know yet that a rich man from the south of the Yangtze River would soon send him a sum of money that he had never seen in his life.