The Great Qian Dynasty's Famine Years: My Portable Warehouse Feeds Five Treasures

One moment, special forces instructor Su Ming is sound asleep. The next, he has transmigrated into the Great Qian Dynasty as a notorious gambling addict.

His home is bare, rain leaks through the roof, and five obedient daughters huddle in a corner, skin and bones, their eyes filled with fear.

Worse, the original owner is about to sell his third daughter to the landlord next door in exchange for two sacks of coarse rice!

His cruel grandmother sneers, “That girl’s nothing but bad luck. Sell her for rice, and you might save your eldest uncle’s life!”

His selfish eldest uncle laughs coldly. “Su Ming, your worthless life isn’t worth much. Why not put your wife up as collateral, too?”

Su Ming gives a cold laugh, then swings around and kicks the despicable eldest uncle to the ground, tearing up the deed of sale in front of everyone.

“From today on, we’re splitting the family! Anyone who lays a finger on my wife or daughters, I’ll send straight to hell!”

The whole village waits to laugh at the Su family, certain they’ll starve to death in the famine.

But who could have guessed that Su Ming would go into the mountains and come back carrying snow-white rice and a plump wild boar haunch?

With the “cross-era exchange space” he carries with him, Su Ming trades ancient medicinal herbs for modern antibiotics and wild boar hides for high-yield grain seeds.

While other families resort to eating their own children, the Su family enjoys hot pot and barbecue.

While his greedy relatives are so hungry they chew tree bark, his five daughters are doted on like the most honored princesses in the capital.

Then chaos descends, and the warlords rise.

Su Ming commands modern special forces tactics, with a million cavalrymen behind him, his sword pointed at the heavens.

“I only wanted to be a stay-at-home dad. Why are you forcing me to become emperor?”