I Relied on Picking up Leaks to Start a Counterattack at the Beginning of the Raid.

When he opened his eyes, he became the son of a traitor who had his house confiscated. He froze to death in a ruined temple on the road to exile. Modern auctioneer Lin Mo looked at the leaky roof, touched the three copper coins left in his arms and smiled. ——This start is much more exciting than the previous life. The dignitaries of the dynasty soon discovered that this remnant of the traitor did not recite poetry or engage in opposition, but only engaged in strange and obscene skills. The broken glass was built into a Seven Treasures Pagoda and sold to the palace for a thousand pieces of gold; The "Drunken Immortal Brew" brewed by a brothel wine fight became famous in the capital; The Queen Mother presented a "glazed mirror" on her birthday, which illuminated every detail. Qingliu of the Manchu Dynasty cursed: "Merchant is a low-income person, and it is an insult to politeness!" Lin Mo threw out the manuscript of "The Wealth of Nations" with his backhand: "Oh? Where do you guys get your salaries from?" Until the empress on the dragon throne put down the memorial: "Lin Aiqing, my private treasury..." Lin Mo bowed and smiled: "Your Majesty, I don't want much this time - I'll just lend you the wasteland next to the imperial mausoleum to grow potatoes." ——After all, the world map in his arms still lacks an invincible fleet to measure it.