## Start by chewing tree bark and eventually become the king of industry.
>When Chen Mo traveled through time and became a refugee chewing tree bark, he accidentally activated the system warehouse.
>The initial energy can only be exchanged for a pair of pliers, but in exchange for half a bag of life-saving corn.
>He relied on modern tools in exchange for food and gathered hungry people to build camps.
>When the aristocratic family blocked food, he actually used earthen kilns to burn coke to make steel;
>When the plague was raging, he redeemed antibiotics to save the whole city;
>As the allied forces of the princes besieged the city, the roar of the steam locomotive tore through the battlefield.
>Years later, his railroad tracks ran through the earth and electric lights lit up the night.
>The refugees knelt down and worshiped: "Mr. Chen, you are truly a god descending to earth!"
>He looked at the glass-walled building and smiled: "No, this is just science."
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Chen Mo was dragged out of the chaos by a burst of heartbreaking pain. The pain was unrelenting, like a rusty blunt knife scraping repeatedly in his empty stomach. Every spasm caused the bones in his body to creak together. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his vision was gray, covered with a layer of dirty sweat and a lingering exhaustion.
The sky above was a desperate leaden gray, weighing down like a huge, dirty shroud. The air was filled with an indescribable mixture of smells: the choking smell of burnt wood, the earthy smell of cracked earth caused by long-term drought, and... There was also a sweet and rotten odor that was vaguely present, but penetrated the nostrils like a poisonous snake. It was the smell of corpses quietly decaying under high temperatures.
He turned his neck stiffly, and his cervical vertebrae made a dry "clicking" sound. As far as the eye can see, it is the projection of hell on the human world
There are too many murals. . .