The First Disaster in the Late Ming Dynasty

July of the 17th year of Chongzhen Dorgon: "Brother Huang is right. Taking Yanjing is like cutting down a big tree. You have to grind it from both sides first. Then the big tree will fall on its own. Hasn't the Central Plains invaded? Li Zicheng, you little guy, don't run away." The first year of Hongguang Duduo: "Wang Yetai, can you stop chasing me? Brother Huang, please save me!" Li Zicheng: "Fortunately, I chased you. I'm exhausted from running so far." The first year of Longwu Dorgon: "Wang Yetai, come out and let's discuss it. I won't enter the customs, so you can let us go back. We don't want Liaodong anymore. Please open the door of Shanhaiguan." Li Zicheng: "Wang Yetai, I'm going to Jinling to plead guilty to His Majesty. I can't get up now. Please let me go. I beg you." (This book is not about time travel, it is my first experience with indigenous literature.)