A modern man transmigrates to ancient times, thinking he can indulge in the life of a spoiled young master. Little does he know that from the start, he’ll be the one who drives his own father to death, leaving him burdened with debt and family responsibilities.
With no choice, he takes the two women in his household, who are used to having everything brought to them, to a remote mountain village, where they struggle to get by.
They have no money or place to live, and the villagers are hostile toward them.
So the protagonist ventures deep into the mountains with his pampered body, searching for food and mountain goods he can sell for cash.
He starts from scratch: digging up spring bamboo shoots, catching wild boars, setting up a stall in the city to earn money, building a house, buying farmland...
No System, no golden finger, just a long, steady road to prosperity...
Luo Jicha, where is the ancestral family? Where's my grandma's house?
The world is invincible with force without being the emperor.
Was there alcohol in ancient times?
Vernacular. It is easy to read and understand, and the plot is smooth, making readers feel extraordinary.
Good, good, good, good, good, good