Lin Mo transmigrates to the Great Qin Empire, 2,000 years in the future.
Staring at the only food in the house, a piece of black grain harder than a brick that would chip a tooth with one bite, Lin Mo falls into despair.
Luckily, he awakens the "Great Qin Survival Assistant" and receives a beginner's gift from the start: a bag of sprouted potatoes and a box of snow-white refined salt.
Lin Mo is squatting in his ruined courtyard boiling potatoes, drooling at their delicious smell, when two "unlucky fellows" passing by come in to ask for water because their carriage has broken down.
"Old Zhao, these are potatoes. They yield 3,000 jin per mu. Want to try some?"
"Old Zhao, your Zheng is poisoned by heavy metals from all that medicine-seeking. Take my advice: eat more potatoes and stop taking so many pills."
"Old Zhao, that's not how you build the Great Wall. I'll draw you a cement formula. Just have Zheng give me a plot of land and make me village chief."
Lin Mo had only wanted to be a sociable village chief in Great Qin, loaf around, flirt with girls, and grow crops.
But who could have guessed that the middle-aged man called "Old Zhao" wouldn't leave?
Not only does he steal Lin Mo's potato seeds and his map of the world, he even tries to shove a princess of Great Qin into Lin Mo's arms.
Then one day, bells ring throughout Xianyang Palace, and a million elite soldiers kneel and cry out, "His Majesty has returned to court!"
Lin Mo stares at "Old Zhao," clad in a black imperial dragon robe and radiating an aura that seems to command the land, completely dumbfounded.
"Old Zhao, weren't you out doing business in Xianyang? How did you become the First Emperor?!"
Ying Zheng: "Lin Mo, my Great Qin still needs a Prince of the Co-Realm. Name your price."
Well written 👍