With a Pocket Dimension, I Fled the Famine and Ended Up Leading a Rebellion

I transmigrate straight into a war-torn world and a mass refugee flight?

Niu Dali stays calm: every day, he gets one gold ingot, fifty silver sycees, and an infinite storage space.

He stockpiles food, medicine, and weapons. All he wants is to lead his family south in peace and safety.

But as he goes, three hundred people fall in behind him, and someone shoves a steel saber into his hands.

Niu Dali looks back. Wait, I came here to flee the famine, not start a rebellion!