He transmigrates to Great Wei with a ruined stockade, two hundred old and infirm men, and thirty rusty knives from the start.
Chen Mo, a PhD in agricultural engineering, expects to scrape by in this chaotic age for the rest of his life.
Then he discovers a salt spring behind the mountain, sweet potatoes in his arms, and farming knowledge far beyond anything this era has to offer.
Making salt, trading for grain, reclaiming fields, smelting iron: while everyone else waits to die in the chaos, he quietly builds up his strength in the mountains.
When the Salt Gang's assassins creep up the mountain, when the imperial cavalry rides into the gorge, when the Northern Rong's iron hooves prepare to sweep south
Chen Mo stands atop Wengmen Pass, with three hundred elite warriors of the Flying Tiger Battalion behind him and a newly forged hundred-refined steel blade in his hand.
“Want to steal my salt? Want to destroy my stockade?”
He lights the fuse of the first fire lance, and the flames turn half the sky red.
“Then let me show you what a dimensionality-reduction strike looks like.”
[Transmigration + farming + conquest + firearms] Starting with a ruined mountain stockade, I use modern knowledge to cultivate a prosperous empire!
Chen Mo, silent. Well written.
The writing method is quite novel, I hope it will be updated quickly. Want to see the follow-up.