Zhao Pingluan: God of the Late Ming

The rules for managing refugees are as follows:

Get paid to sleep. Get paid to eat. Get paid to take a dump. Get paid to fart...

Get paid to breathe in. Get paid to breathe out. Get paid when it’s cold. Get paid when it’s hot...

What if you just lie there without moving?

You get paid for lying still.

I protest, and I get paid. I want to make it on my own.

Protest and get paid. Get paid.

Zhao Pingluan transmigrates back to the fifteenth year of the Chongzhen reign. Using the “gray money mechanism” of his “e-commerce System,” he recruits refugees to farm money and supplies, gathering the wealth of the realm and forging the strongest army in the world. Heroes, beauties, noble titles, and high office are all within his grasp.

Sun Chuanting, short on money and grain and forced by Chongzhen to march beyond the passes and fight the rebel king: “With the nation’s survival at stake, brother, could you sell me a few tens of thousands of troops’ worth of provisions and weapons at a discount again?”

Chongzhen, exhausted and wearing a patched dragon robe: “My dear subject, I might suspect that the others are incompetent fools, but I’d never doubt you. You turned the tide when all seemed lost. You truly are the greatest hero of the Great Ming’s revival!”