Lu Chuan is dead. Died while fighting floods.
When he opened his eyes again, he was transformed into a seventeen-year-old bastard who was exiled and was thrown into a deserted town with only over 300 people left to serve as the mayor.
A dilapidated town, rotten roofs, wild dogs everywhere, and a little girl clutching wild vegetables and asking him if he could drive away the thieves who robbed her house.
The system is bound. Instead of giving away martial arts or magic, what he was given was - "Grassroots Governance Auxiliary Manual" and a waterwheel drawing.
OK. Build roads, dig canals, register the population, and attract investment.
Later, when the whole town had enough to eat, the bandits outside were recruited into the forest rangers, and the fleeing households from neighboring towns lined up to settle down.
The noble lord sent people to collect heavy taxes. Lu Chuan slapped the account book on the table:
"Come, let's talk about what tax burden rate is."
