Chen Sanjin's soul transmigrates to the 1960s. The moment he opens his eyes, he's on a road filled with refugees, starving and barely clinging to life.
Bound to a Daily Intelligence System, he receives his first message: half a sack of sweet potatoes lies three miles to the west.
He crawls there, digs up the food, and saves his own life. In this world, natural and man-made disasters leave the land strewn with corpses.
While others await death, he uses intelligence to avoid torrential rain, gather wild vegetables, and find hidden food, fighting to survive against all odds.
From the brink of starvation to reclaiming wasteland, he builds shelters, digs canals to channel water, and sets up workshops.
He brings refugees together to keep one another warm, gradually turning barren, rugged land into a prosperous place.
One piece of intelligence a day. No supplies, only clues. He must rely on his wits to turn his fortunes around.
No golden finger that makes him rich overnight, just careful planning at every step with the advantage of better information.
This is a true account of farming for food among the piles of the dead.
P.S. Completely revised. Thank you, dear readers.
What the hell is this? The 1960s? With the internet and printers, this is probably from the 1990s.