[Starting + Ancient Farming + Prince + Time Travel]
Traveling through the Tang Dynasty, the prosperous Zhenguan era is about to come. Li Xiang just wants to make money and enjoy life in this ancient time, making sugar and salt, and easily earning millions of wealth.
Just when he was planning to enjoy the corrupt ancient life, a man named Lao Li and his wife came to his house and often asked him about important matters in the court.
"You're talking about Li Er, right? He's an emperor of all times, but... his sons weren't so good. They all rebelled!"
Li Er couldn't help but get furious: "Good boy, I am your father, the emperor, you can't call me Li Er? Hand over your property to the national treasury, and I will let it go, and I will leave the throne to you!"
Li Xiang was a little confused: What? I am the prince of the Tang Dynasty, I am not even qualified to be a dog!
He traveled through time to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty and became Emperor Qinzong Zhao Huan of Song, at the moment when the capital was about to be captured by the Jin army.
He turned the tide and saved the Song Dynasty. He was arbitrary and looked down upon the heroes. He personally led the army to attack Huanglong.
He took revenge fiercely, giving tit for tat.
He will repay the humiliation imposed on the Song Dynasty by the Jin people during the Jingkang Incident tenfold and a hundredfold!
Back in that passionate era, I was a train driver
"It's a capitalist country. It means I have capital and you don't, so this country is mine! Contact the police and suppress it. If Rockefeller can do it, why can't I, Sheffield?" William Sheffield restrained his smile and said coldly, "Happy America, gunfights every day." The Gilded Age, 1895.
This is a world of great contention.
A small foot soldier, starting from humble beginnings, slowly rising step by step.
Until he conquered the world, restored the rivers and mountains, pacified the nine kingdoms and destroyed the princes.
I am Ye Jun.
Reborn in another world, Xia Kingdom, he became the third prince of Xia Kingdom.
I really don't want to be an emperor.
But my strength doesn't allow it.
It's so hard for me!
In 1978, in Sham Shui Po, Hong Kong Island, Chen Bingwen looked at the headline of the Sing Tao Daily:
He knew that he was reborn in the most perfect era.
In this life, he no longer competes on the chessboard, he wants to take control of the game - starting with a bowl of sugar water, and building an industrial empire that controls the heartbeat of the universe!
"Li Ka-shing took 20 years to become Superman, and I took 5 years to crush Superman."
The meaning of rebirth is not to repeat history, but to turn history into my stepping stone.
(The old book "I Was Kicked by Time" has been completed)
A modern speculator who has deceived countless people, if his soul suddenly traveled to forty years ago.
What kind of amazing miracle will he create? What kind of life trajectory will it take?
It all started in 1980, under the Qianmen Building in Beijing.
It started with an orphan named Ning Weimin, who was in poverty... (Important reminder: the career line is not collecting antiques, but speculation and business)
Chen Jian's time travel is different from others: they all travel to ancient times, but he possesses only animal skins and a stone axe. Starting from a matriarchal clan, he developed and perpetuated a civilization. Was it feudal statehood or unified prefectures and counties? Was it the distinction between the state and the wild, or barbaric conquest? Was it a hundred schools of thought contending, or a hundred saints uniting? Was it a single deity or a universal faith in ancestors? Was it a bloody accumulation of cotton silkworms cannibalizing humans? Or was it a humanistic care and a utopian dream of universal harmony? To enjoy the happiness of civilization, one must experience its pain. The ability to be reborn after death allows him to experience the growth of this civilization through a variety of identities. Tribal member, noble, slave, emperor, commoner, scholar, hired laborer, captain of the Age of Exploration, capitalist of the Age of Primitive Accumulation, conscript in the trenches, the mastermind of a major trust... With the same head in different buttocks, what kind of encounters and insights will arise?
Chapter 318: 1776 (Grand Finale) Compaq's new tax policy stipulated that any slave owner who kept a single slave would have their taxes increased by 10%, to be used as state compensation for the slaves. For every ten slaves kept, the tax doubled, and for every hundred, it doubled again.