A patch of worthless land from the start, a population gathered by picking people up, and all the equipment made from scratch!
Lin En transmigrated to Crowtown, the poorest settlement in the North. Awaiting him were the coming ten-year winter and several hundred starving refugees with green eyes.
No food?
[System reward: high-yield potato and corn seeds] Everyone joins the great production drive, and nobody starves to death in Crowtown!
No defenses?
[System reward: Level 3 silicate cement] Build towering walls in three days. Even the Bolton knights would fall to their knees and call it a miracle!
Afraid of freezing to death?
[System reward: anthracite mining technology] A wooden railway reaches the hills behind town, every home gets a heated kang bed, and the North feels like spring!
“As long as you work, you’ll get meat! As long as you behave, you’ll have a home!”
The refugees became industrial workers, and the bandits became factory guards.
Even the arrogant little devil Tyrion was willing to queue in the snow for three days just to get a “membership card” to Crowtown.
From the first handmade bar of soap to the first steam engine;
from the first improved Qin crossbow to the first ironclad warship.
Years later, while the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms were still killing one another over the Iron Throne, Crowtown’s banner had already spread across both shores of the Narrow Sea.
Lin En sat by a warm floor-to-ceiling window, sipping specially supplied vodka. “Winter is coming? No, we’ve boiled winter itself.”
