Rise from Poverty: I Stock a Granary in a Chaotic Age

Transmigrate into a chaotic age where famine is everywhere, and from the start you have a dilapidated hut, a sick wife, and enough food for three days.

Ning Yi thought he was doomed, until he discovered he had the skills of two lifetimes in his head:

A doctorate in agriculture taught him to recognize crops and understand soil, turning barren land into fertile fields.

An expert in wilderness survival taught him to set traps, hide his tracks, and survive against all odds.

While others sold their children on the road to escape famine, he caught his first muntjac in a snowy wasteland.

While others knelt and begged for mercy beneath the blades of fleeing soldiers, he laid a trap with a few wooden sticks and killed three soldiers.

While others were so hungry they chewed tree bark, the wheat in his fields was already heading, yielding three times as much as the old varieties.

When refugees swept in, he built high walls;

when bandits laid siege, he brought out his blades and spears;

when rebels advanced, he stood atop the city wall and pointed to the granaries behind him.

“Want grain? Pay for it with your lives.”

Then a great drought struck the land, leaving thousands of miles scorched and barren.

The feudal lords came with gold and silver, begging for a single grain seed. The man on the throne sent an imperial decree:

“Sir, if you will open your granaries to save the world, I will share this realm with you.”

Ning Yi looked behind him: ten thousand mu of fertile fields, three hundred thousand elite soldiers, and countless people who followed him.

He tossed the decree into the stove and added a stick of firewood.

“Share it? Why should I share the grain I grew with you?”