Great Ming: My Knowledge Is My Scepter

My name is Lin Chen. I was a prodigy coveted by Tsinghua and Peking University, but I’ve transmigrated into the body of a penniless Ming dynasty scholar.

Looking at the leaky thatched hut and my fiancée’s sickly face, I quietly brought out a recipe for soap.

On the first day, the whole village was using bath beans.

On the second day, the county magistrate came to seek my advice.

On the third day, I was dragged into a court power struggle.

All because the agricultural treatise I submitted contained half a page of an “Analysis of the Budding of Capitalism.”

The old man on the imperial throne narrowed his eyes. “This one belongs in the cabinet.”