Late Ming: I Own a Small Plot of Land

Han Lie transmigrates to the end of the Ming dynasty, taking the place of a frontier garrison commander. He is stationed in a perilous border region just as northern raiders launch a large-scale invasion and plunder.

Fortunately, Han Lie has a golden finger: a small plot of land that can multiply the quantity of any item ten thousandfold, and lets him recruit men within its borders.

“Report! Mounted raiders spotted thirty li away!” The urgent message from his guard makes Han Lie narrow his eyes. He touches the miraculous “Ten-Thousandfold Copying Land” tucked against his chest, a cold smile curling across his lips.

[Commercial Maneuvers]

“My lord, the Jin merchants have sent another calling card...”

“Burn it!” Han Lie tosses the card into the brazier. “Pass down my orders: seize all goods from anyone smuggling ironware, salt, or tea, and report them as traitors!” Then he turns and murmurs to his trusted aide, “Take that batch of ironware we seized... and put it in the back courtyard.”

[Expanding Production]

The ironworks' furnaces burn day and night, as copied refined iron is forged into farm tools.

At the salt fields, coarse salt is multiplied ten thousandfold into pure white refined salt.

The distillery fills the air with fragrance, as a single jar of imperial liquor becomes a thousand jars of “Spring Beyond the Pass” in the blink of an eye...

When Emperor Chongzhen's urgent decree for aid reaches the frontier, Han Lie is standing atop the city wall, gazing at the herds of cattle and sheep outside the city and the endless stream of merchant caravans.

“These ten thousand li of mountains and rivers... it's about time to set out.”