I Became a Village Chief in the Late Ming by Scrolling Douyin

I transmigrated to the late Ming Dynasty and became the only educated man in a village surrounded by thousands of miles of barren land.

When the villagers eagerly waited for me to recite, "A friend comes from afar," I opened my handwritten copies of The Exploitation of the Works of Nature and a Douyin survival guide.

"First, we'll need to build a high-temperature honeycomb briquette stove."

By the time Huang Taiji's cavalry rode south, our village had just finished cementing its earthen walls.

The day the Tartars came knocking, I hit my homemade alarm bell: "Notify every cave dwelling. Get the Molotov cocktails ready!"

Later, the new master of the Forbidden City frowned as he read the spy's report: "What on earth is going on with that village's fire-breathing walls?"