[Late Yuan and Early Ming] [Farming] [Rebellion] [Storage Space] [No Female Lead]
"What? It's only the fifth year of the Zhiyuan era? The year 1339? Doesn't that mean we have to wait at least another ten years for the Yellow River to burst its banks and the Red Turban Rebellion to begin?"
Lin Yu transmigrates to the Yuan dynasty with a storage space, then collapses to the ground in dismay. The future Ming emperor Zhu Yuanzhang is probably still out herding cattle somewhere, and there's not even a hint of the Red Turban Rebellion... Does he really have to keep his head down and wait ten years?
"Wait my ass! I'll do it myself!"
Dressed in a Daoist robe, Lin Yu cries out, "The Yuan dynasty has lost the Mandate of Heaven; sun and moon are dimmed. The Zhu clan's gates have crumbled and the imperial throne has fallen. The time has come to change dynasties!"
"I, Daoist Lin Yu, call upon the Great Yuan to meet its end! Thunder God, aid me!" As his voice falls, the artillery group behind him unleashes a deafening barrage...
Lin Yu raises the periodic table of elements and addresses the disciples gathered before him: "My pupils, this is a glimpse of the source of the Heavenly Dao that your master found while roaming the heavens in spirit..."
In the final years of the Yuan dynasty, the Yellow River floods again and again. The Yuan court also imposes exorbitant taxes and seizes land, leaving the common people in dire straits. When officials force the people to rebel, rebel they must! The White Lotus sect flourishes, the Red Turban Rebellion begins, and the Great Yuan dynasty faces its fall...
However... the protagonist arrived a little too early.
There is no servility in being yourself, but it is a novel that is full of servility.