Impersonating himself felt damn good!
Shen Le had been a little embarrassed at first, but he quickly got used to it. How was he supposed to explain where this knowledge came from to his family? How could he explain that he had never read books or studied, yet somehow knew these things?
As a junior member of the household, how could he order everyone around? "The chain-pump waterwheel can be broken down into separate processes. Have the carpenters make the parts separately; as long as the machining precision is right, they can be assembled together."
Or tell them, "Most of the waterwheel's components can be made from bamboo and wood, but the main axle must be iron. That is not a place to cut costs."
Or persuade them, "Collect a little less land rent. At least leave the tenant farmers enough to survive. In troubled times, people matter more than property."
Or convince them, "Present the chain-pump waterwheel design to the authorities. Build a good relationship with the government and let the county magistrate earn merit. That is more important than buying up poor people's land during a disaster year."
How much effort would it take for him to establish authority? How much would it take to suppress all those elders?
Forget the single word "filial piety"—it alone could leave him unable to move. One look from this body's father, and maidservants would come carry him back to his room. He could not even struggle free!
But now things were different. Shen Le could directly issue a fake imperial edict—well, not exactly fake. After all, he himself was that Shen Le from back then, wasn't he?
The family's first crisis had finally passed, and the way they looked at him was now utterly different.
The Third Great-Uncle who managed the