Gambling Through Late Ming: Great Heroes Rise Young
A spineless pushover from the future, a freelance jack-of-all-trades who calls himself someone who knows seventy-three kinds of skills out of the seventy-two trades, but is truly master of none, is reborn into the soul of Great Ming in the forty-seventh year of Wanli, on the twenty-fifth day of the eighth month, more than four hundred years in the past. He lives through the Tianqi reign and the Chongzhen reign, with neither a portable space nor a cheat, and his only advantage is the memories of his previous life. If the ancients are all stubborn and set in their ways, that is no problem. There are plenty of homeless children in the world; why not start from children and personally raise tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of new talents with new ideas? If the old-timers are stubborn, then just don’t use them. No machine tools? No problem. Have carpenters make the models, have blacksmiths use sand casting, and build machine tools ourselves—start simple, then make them more complex. We are not trying to make a technological breakthrough from zero to one; we are simply improving technology from one to infinity. And since we have the right tech tree, the light of technology won’t be pointed the wrong way and waste time. Why make matchlock guns and flintlock guns? What’s the point? We’re not unaware that there are simpler and stronger options, so why bother making that junk? Rockets, for example. From infantry-carried to vehicle-mounted, with a range from 300 meters to 5,000 meters, let you see what the king of war really is. Land mines? Hand grenades? Do you know what a simplified mortar is? An improved 'no-conscience cannon'? You don’t, do you? Then open your eyes and watch how a Chinese youth sweeps across the globe and reshapes the world order.
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