I traveled through time and became a bandit in the Northern Song Dynasty. I started with a bowl of bad rice, a cheap old man who was seriously injured and dying.
I wanted to just hang out in the village, but unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers encircled me, the traitors betrayed me, and the Jin soldiers marched south... The flood of troubled times forced me to take a stand.
Weaving straw sandals on the assembly line in exchange for food, using cement to cover the walls to prevent burglars, and issuing "breeze tickets" to play with the cottage economy.
She takes in a medical girl whose life experience is a mystery, a down-and-out daughter who is proficient in business intelligence, and a general who is full of blood feud...
What's even worse is that I don't seem to be the only one wearing it? Who left behind that "Fire Dragon Sutra" written in simplified Chinese characters?
When the golden soldiers broke through the Yellow River, the direction of history was completely out of control.
While others are fighting for world supremacy, I just want to bring my weird team and black technology to carve out a way to survive in this absurd world.
Until that day, I pointed to the county seat on the map: "Brothers, we don't want to wait on this shabby mountain anymore - grab a piece of land and be responsible for it yourself!"
(This book is also known as "I was engaged in infrastructure construction in the Northern Song Dynasty", "The Copycat Owner's Dimensionality Reduction Attack", "My Teammates Are Too Strong and I Have to Win")
