All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 1 Revision History
When I opened my eyes, I saw a strange ceiling.

There was the soft hum of the machine in my ears, and the smell of disinfectant filled my mouth and nose.

Chen Ran's vision gradually blurred, and he could not feel his body as he lay on the hospital bed.

The remaining memories in my mind are the speeding truck, the tumbling body, and the woman's scream.

I was in a daze and didn't realize how many years had passed. I only felt that my life was slipping away.

In the haze, a voice sounded in his mind.

"Do you want to live?"

"miss you!"

Chen Ran wanted to survive so badly; it was human instinct.

"Do something for me, and if you succeed, I'll let you live. As long as you do a good job, I can give you anything you want."

"Sure." Chen Ran said without hesitation, "I can do anything."

All he remembered was that he had been in a car accident and was now dying.

He was willing to do anything to survive.

"Very good, help me with the first thing first."

"Go to the Ming Dynasty and change its fate of demise."

"Come back after the matter is done and let your injuries fully recover."

On July 20th of the first year of Chongzhen, Santun Camp was established in Jizhen.

At the foot of Suzaku Mountain, Chen Ran was squatting by the river washing his mandarin duck battle robe.

"It feels good to be alive."

Recalling the experience of lying on a hospital bed in the modern world, unable to move even a finger, he felt that the sky became bluer, the water became clearer, and even his breathing became easier.

Washing clothes by hand is tiring, but Chen Ran is very happy. In any case, it is a thousand times better than lying in bed unable to move.

"Save Ming."

Chen Ran, who was squatting by the river washing clothes, would fall into deep thought every time he thought of this matter.

He has no feelings for the Ming Dynasty at all. After all, he is not from this world.

And the living conditions here are so poor that he can't wait to go home.

But the prerequisite for returning home is to save this country which will collapse and be destroyed in more than ten years.

His current identity is just a small flag chief of the Santun Camp headquarters in Jizhen. How can he turn the tide when the empire is about to collapse?
It is very difficult, but Chen Ran is more determined.

"If you save Daming, you can recover and leave the hospital."

"You will get more benefits if you continue to work in the future."

He stood up and squeezed the water out of his mandarin duck jacket. "Of course I can't miss such a good thing."

The muscles on Chen Ran's arms were bulging, and his mandarin duck-shaped battle jacket was almost torn by his twisting.

His eyes were slightly red, as if he had penetrated the torrent of time. "I have to go back and find out who the hell hit me!"

"Brother Chen!"

"General Flag~~~"

There was a burst of noise, and more than a dozen soldiers ran over from a distance, panting and surrounding Chen Ran.

The leading man shouted at him excitedly, "General Chen Qi, there's a riot over pay! All the departments, bureaus, and bureaus are rioting!"

Chen Ran has been here for more than a month and has already learned a lot about the affairs of Jizhen.

In the late Ming Dynasty, natural disasters and man-made calamities were rampant and land annexation was serious.

The imperial court had no money or food and could not afford to support a million-strong Ming army.

What to do when you have no money? You can only default on payments.

It first took a few months, then a few years, and after that it became a mess.

Chen Ran had once heard that there were still people in Jizhen who had not even received their food and wages during the Wanli period.

"What do you think?" Chen Ran put the mandarin duck battle robe on his burly shoulders. "Are you planning to go and make trouble for the salary?"

"Boss Qi." The pale-faced men shouted anxiously, "We don't want to make trouble, but our family can't survive any longer."

Everyone complained in dissatisfaction, "General, if you don't pay us, we will starve to death."

"Yes, Mr. Qi, someone starved to death in Zuoshao's home last night~~~"

"The wild vegetables on the mountain are almost all dug up~~~"

"General, we don't want to make trouble for the soldiers' salaries, but we are all soldiers. If the court doesn't pay us, how can we support our families?"

Chen Ran has personally experienced how miserable the lives of the soldiers in Jizhen are in recent days.

Every aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation was unbearable for him, a person from the modern world.

They wore tattered clothes with patches on top of patches, and they would freeze to death every winter.

The food mainly consisted of bran, wheat and wild vegetables. When Chen Ran ate it for the first time, his throat was burning with pain.

Not to mention living, although he has a small house of his own, it is extremely dilapidated.

Especially when he was sleeping at night, all kinds of small insects crawling and flying around made him itchy to the point of collapse.

As for being able to do so, with the identity of a military household as the flag chief of the Santunying headquarters in Jizhen, if you dare to leave Santunying, you would be a deserter.

The Ming Dynasty was generous to scholars, but it always killed as many military men as possible.

Chen Ran didn't want to live a single day like this.

I wish the Ming Dynasty would immediately be peaceful and prosperous, with a wise ruler and virtuous ministers.

He can finish the work by himself and go home quickly.

He wanted to ask Ruyan, the little girl, if her 180mm was not good enough? Why would someone drive a car to hit her!
"Things like making trouble for salary."

Chen Ran thought, since everyone can't survive now, let's go and demand wages together. We can't just starve to death.

But before he could finish his words, two lines of golden subtitles suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The troops stationed at Jimen are making a fuss and demanding pay, burning and snatching gunpowder. Shuntian Governor Wang Yuanya requested that the three-month pay be paid first to calm the troops."

'Note: You can modify one of the words.'

"Finally the system has arrived."

Chen Ran waved the mandarin duck battle jacket in his hand vigorously, and the water stains splashed on everyone.

Rewrite history, save the Ming Dynasty, then go back to repair his severely injured body after the car accident, and then kill the bastard who hit him.

It sounded easy, but he was just a general of the Jizhen Banner, with less than 20 soldiers under his command, less than 100 kilograms of food, and only a few taels of money.

With this little strength, how can we save the Ming Dynasty?

In the torrent of history, a wave can carry him away.

With the assistance of the Golden Finger System, this is what he needs most now.

"Flag Commander?" The soldiers saw Chen Ran dancing and gesticulating like crazy, and they all looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

"It's okay, I'm just too happy." Chen Ran suppressed his joy and waved his hand, "People from our banner are not allowed to participate in the riot."

It’s not that they don’t want the money and food, but knowing that this can be accomplished and at least they can get three months’ worth of owed wages, there’s no need to get involved in this mess.

Anyone who gets involved in this will definitely be punished afterwards.

If Chen Ran wants to complete the mission of saving the Ming Dynasty, he needs to have stronger strength and absorb nutrients from the tired and battered behemoth of the Ming Dynasty.

It is definitely not a good idea to get involved in trouble, or you will be in trouble.

"General, we really can't make ends meet." The soldiers complained, "Now even the wild vegetables on the mountain are almost gone."

Chen Ran knew about this, he had even gone there with others to dig into it.

The taste of porridge made from wild vegetables and wheat bran made his throat burn with pain just thinking of it.

"Are you willing to believe me? I promise you, brothers, that you will get food and money within half a month at most!"

Chen Ran wanted to move up within the Ming Dynasty's structure, so he certainly would not allow himself to be tarnished by any stain that might cause trouble for others.

He believed that his personal charm and eloquence from the modern world could convince his brothers to follow him.

then
There were 36 people in a banner, 19 of them were drawing salaries without doing any work, 11 of them ran away to join the riot, leaving only 8 people by his side.

'Not bad, at least eight of them are willing to stay.'

Before he could finish his words, he heard the people who stayed behind say, "General, the grain you borrowed earlier."

Chen Ran'(⊙﹏⊙)'

He remembered that he really couldn't eat the wild vegetables with wheat bran and stale grain, so he borrowed some coarse grains from his brothers.

It seemed that these eight people were willing to lend it to him.

After all, he is the flag chief, and every family has borrowed the same amount.

They also wanted to go and demand food, but they were afraid that Chen Ran would not pay back the food they owed.

Chen Ran, with a sullen face, said nothing. He first erased the word "moon" in March on the golden subtitles, and then changed it to "year".

Then he carried his mandarin duck battle jacket and strode towards the village, "Follow me!"

The Jizhen soldiers were divided into two types: garrison troops and field troops.

Chen Ran is a flag commander of the third bureau of the first division of the left detachment under the command of the Central Association of this headquarters, and belongs to the field army.

Unlike the military households who lived in the guard posts, the field soldiers' homes were gathered near the military camps and they relied on military pay to support their families. The gathering place was called the military dependents' village.

Chen Ran, who was alone, lived in a dilapidated yard.

Reaching out and pushing open the gate with only half of the wooden board left, the group entered the yard.

"There are still dozens of kilograms of grains here."

Arriving at the kitchen, Chen Ran opened the lid of the rice jar and pointed to a pile of wild vegetables nearby. "Take these and divide them among you. Just consider it as the interest for the coarse grains I lent you earlier."

The interest rate was a bit high, and the soldiers refused it verbally, but they were actually very happy in their hearts.

"If you believe me, then don't get involved in this riot."

"In ten days at most, the protest will be dealt with by the imperial court."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally agreed.

They are also afraid of the riots.

After all, the swords used by the servants employed by the generals are not vegetarian.

Moreover, if the imperial court really ordered a suppression, not only would the people who were rioting be in trouble, but their families would also be in trouble.

After all, there is a tradition here in Jizhen.

Over the past few decades, the Qi family army in Jizhen had been massacred on a large scale because of rioting over pay, and it was massacred twice!
Now that we have food, we can wait a little longer.

If food and wages have not arrived after ten days, we will have no choice but to fight to the death.

Watching the soldiers divide the food and leave, Chen Ran simply closed the half-open door.

He still had a few pounds of coarse grains, so he could lie down and last for ten days.

Before he could return to the house, he saw endless flames rising into the sky like fireworks in the military camp several miles away.

"Is this the gunpowder magazine that has been set on fire? What a sin."

The news of the mutiny and demand for pay was delivered to the Shuntian Governor in Zunhua City that evening.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the civil service was truly in control of the military. The official title of the so-called Shuntian Governor was "Governor of Shuntian and other prefectures, and in charge of strengthening border defenses in Jizhou and other places."

The governor is in charge of the troops.

Since Jizhen was rioting over military pay, the Shuntian governor naturally could not escape responsibility.

After discussing with his staff, he decided to ask the court to allocate money and food to appease the people.

When writing the memorial, Governor Shuntian was thinking that paying three months' salary would be enough to show his respect, as it would not be enough to feed these soldiers. However, what he wrote was to pay for three years!

The memorial was sent to the court, and the ministers in the cabinet also agreed to spend some money to appease the emperor. After all, the Ninth Prince had been overthrown, and the emperor had money.

The ministers collectively ignored the payment of the three years' unpaid wages and sent them directly to the Imperial Household Department.

When the eunuchs from the Imperial Household Department saw it, they acted as if they hadn't seen anything and sent it directly to the young emperor.

Emperor Chongzhen took a red brush and wrote a big "approved" word.

Jizhen is too close to the capital, and once the riots spread like wildfire, it will be out of control.

All departments worked very quickly, and in just a few days, they had begun transporting supplies to Santunying.

On July 28th of the first year of Chongzhen, Santun Camp.

Chen Ran, who had persisted for eight days, could not hold on any longer as his family had run out of food.

Chen Ran, who was beginning to feel hungry, squatted in the yard, sharpening his goose-feather knife carefully.

It was impossible for him to starve to death, so he planned to find a job as a centurion or even a general manager while he still had the strength.

When I was wondering in my mind which general had the bigger head and thicker neck, the golden subtitles suddenly appeared in front of me again.

'The modification of history has been completed, and the reward will be issued.'

'The storage space is open, and 36 shi of rice and 72 jin of salt are distributed.'

Chen Ran paused while sharpening the knife. "Is there such a good thing?"

It is certainly a good thing to be able to get rewards for modifying history.

However, what he didn't understand was how the rice and salt were calculated in whole and small amounts.

It was not until Chen Ran recalled that he had made the revision himself that he changed the three months of arrears to three years.

"One dan of grain per month, thirty-six dan in three years. Twenty-four jin of salt per year, seventy-two jin in three years. That's how it came about."

Chen Ran stood up and put away the knife.

If you have food, there is no need to go out looking for fat sheep.

"General Flag~~~"

Outside the door came the soldiers' excited shouts, "Commander Zhao of the Zhao School has arrived. He said he is here with the angels to distribute the outstanding wages!"

(End of this chapter)