Reborn in the Dream of the Red Chamber, and You Say This Place Resembles the Northern Song?

After his soul transmigrates into the world of Dream of the Red Chamber, he becomes Jia Zhu, Jia Zheng's eldest son, who died young. He thought he could live a life of leisure and luxury, enjoying the company of the beauties of the Red Chamber and idling away his days. But when he looked through the history books, he discovered that the Great Yong dynasty was almost exactly like the Northern Song: The old and new factions were locked in a bitter struggle; Liao and Western Xia threatened the borders; The imperial treasury was so empty even the rats were weeping. Lie flat? That would just mean a second Jingkang Humiliation! Fine. He'd been a cutthroat careerist in the system in his previous life, so he'd keep climbing the ladder in this one. He'd take the imperial examinations, open new sea routes, develop the South China Sea, inspect the army in Western Xia, and ride down the Liao. The whole Jia household was dumbfounded. Jia Zheng: “When did my son learn the art of war?” Lady Wang: “When did my son learn about overseas trade?” Old Madam Jia wiped away her tears and smiled. “Now this is the eldest grandson of our Rongguo House.” And what about the beauties? Lin Daiyu was frail, so he found a miracle doctor to look after her. Yuan Chun was summoned to the palace, so he refused the imperial order. For Ying Chun's marriage, he went to the Sun family himself and tore up the betrothal contract. Tan Chun wanted to manage the household, so he stood up to Concubine Zhao's protests and let his sister take charge. Xi Chun loved painting, so he brought pigments and paper from overseas until Warm Fragrance Studio was piled high with them. Behind him, Feng Jie chased after him, shouting, “Master Zhu, keep this up and you might as well take over the household management!” Jia Zhu waved a hand. “No thanks. To change my fate, I'll start by changing the world.” P.S. This is not historical fiction based on actual history.