Wei Qianlong

Traveling through the Wei Dynasty, you start with a broken stronghold, two hundred old and weak men, and thirty rusty knives. Chen Mo, a doctor of agricultural engineering, thought he would survive in this troubled world. Until he discovered that there was a salt spring in the back mountain, sweet potatoes in his arms, and farming knowledge in his mind that was far beyond this era. Making salt, exchanging grain, farming, and smelting iron—while others were waiting to die in troubled times, he quietly grew up in the mountains. When the killers of the Salt Gang reach the top of the mountain, when the cavalry of the government army steps into the canyon, when the iron hooves of the Beirong are about to move south—— Chen Mo stood with the urn door closed, behind him were three hundred Feihuying elites, and in his hand was a freshly made Baili Steel Knife. "Want to steal my salt? Want to destroy my village?" He lit the fuse of the first firecracker, and the fire lit half of the sky red. "Then let me show you what a dimensionality reduction strike is." [Travel + Farming + Hegemony + Firearms] I started with a broken village, but I relied on modern knowledge to grow a prosperous country!