Lin Wanxing opened her eyes to a nightmare from the start.
She had transmigrated into a refugee novel as a cannon-fodder village girl. Their food had been stolen, and she had been shoved to the back of the line to await death. All she had was a chipped clay pot, a moldy coarse-grain bun, and an abandoned iron mine that everyone dismissed as “useless because you can’t eat it.”
Everyone told her, “Accept your fate. You won’t survive the winter.”
Lin Wanxing smiled.
They had no idea that her mind held the most advanced industrial design blueprints of the 21st century. They also had no idea she had a System that unlocked technology in exchange for “work.”
While everyone else gathered firewood, she collected ore.
While everyone else prayed for rain, she designed a distiller.
While everyone else defended themselves with sticks, her repeating crossbow was already aimed at the bandits’ heads.
Fleeing famine? Not a chance.
She was going to turn this doomed band of refugees into the strongest “industrial army” of the apocalypse.
Years later, while rival powers were still fighting tooth and nail over food, Lin Wanxing’s railway already connected three mines and two plains. The iron coins she issued had become legal tender across the continent.
A captured prince knelt before her and asked, “What is it you want?”
Lin Wanxing tossed the last piece of charcoal into the furnace. Firelight reddened her face.
“I want a world where no one has to kneel before a prince just to get a shovel.”
Tags: Transmigration, farming, Industrial Revolution, strong female lead, wish fulfillment, infrastructure building, fleeing famine in the apocalypse
