Traveling to the Mobei border during Mongolia's Western Expedition, I became a refugee on the verge of death. When you open your eyes, you will see the doomsday scene of people dying of hunger and cavalry trampling the land. I, a taciturn person, unexpectedly awakened to [Infinite Storage Space], which allows me to store food, materials, and keep everything fresh.
While others were busy running away to avoid disaster, I was busy clearing wasteland and farming, diverting water and building canals, and hoarding millions of stones of food. Robbery by horse bandits? Just use the crossbow arrows from the hoard to teach them how to behave. Tribal famine? Open warehouses and release food to win people's hearts. Mongolian cavalry invades the border? I have already built a fortified city and stocked up on enough swords, guns and gunpowder.
The beacon smoke rises and the yellow sand rises. I guard a piece of fertile land, lead the refugees and create a paradise in this troubled world. Who said that border areas will become scorched earth? Look at me, Chen Mo, using grain as my blade and fields as my foundation, fighting my way out under the iron heel of Mongolia's Western Expedition!
