While others transmigrated into princes or tycoons, he ended up as Yang Xian, the short-lived Yangzhou prefect fated to be beheaded in the history books.
From the start, he inherited a complete mess: Yangzhou had fewer than nine thousand residents, and a five-year military pledge hung over his head. If he failed, he would have to face Zhu Yuanzhang with his head in his hands.
Fortunately, the Population Prosperity System successfully bound itself to him! For every additional person under his rule, he would earn one tael of silver a day. A population of ten thousand meant ten thousand taels a day; with a hundred thousand people, he would be richer than a kingdom!
While others were still tearing their hair out over taxes, Yang Xian had already begun spending money like water: offering refugees twenty jin of rice and ten jin of meat a day, boosting commerce, building factories, and inventing the steam engine!
He wanted to keep his head down and focus on farming, but the commotion he caused only grew bigger.
Then Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial decree arrived: “My dear minister, your Yangzhou is even grander than my Nanjing…”
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