The Disaster Year Started with a Pot, I Led the Refugees to Build a New Dynasty

In the three years of severe drought, the border states were starved to death. The imperial court rushed for food, powerful men hoarded salt, military towns were left with empty pay, and grassroots bandits were everywhere. When Gu Zhao opened his eyes, he became a useless county official who was reduced to a broken pot by the refugees. Taxes are demanded from above, lives are demanded from below, there is no food in the city, and there are people outside the city. When others travel through time and become kings first, what he first thinks about is how to make porridge in the pot and keep the dead from dying at the gate of the city. So he gathered the refugees from a pot of gruel, established rules, divided the work, dug wells, controlled epidemics, built fortresses, smelted iron, made crossbows, opened salt roads, and held markets. He turned a group of people who were still fleeing famine into a team that could farm, work, defend the city, and fight. While neighboring counties were still fighting for a piece of food relief, he already had an ironworks and a horse team. While the state capital was still whitewashing the peace, his refugee army had already protected thirty miles of survival routes. When all the princes in the world regarded him as a piece of shit, Gu Zhao raised his head and glanced at the map: "The old dynasty is so rotten, why not build a new one for us."