Chen Zhao never imagined that after staying up late to binge-read a novel, he would open his eyes and find himself in an age of chaos.
In the final years of the Great Ji Dynasty, the court was rotten to the core. The powerful clans and eunuchs fought for control, while crushing taxes and levies left the people struggling to breathe.
He had transmigrated into a poor orphan in Qingyun Village. All he owned was a drafty thatched hut and ten copper coins.
The moment he stepped outside, a village thug cornered him and started beating him.
Just as he thought his life was over, a "ding" sounded in his mind.
[Homeland System bound.]
Reclaim land and farm it, earn rewards. Build bridges and roads, earn rewards. Recruit soldiers and buy horses, earn even more rewards!
From then on, Chen Zhao relied on the System and started with a spring and a ramshackle hut. He took in refugees, opened up dry fields, built walls, and trained village militia.
The village population grew, the fields spread wider, and the walls climbed higher.
He fought bandits, brought corrupt officials to heel, and resisted epidemics, gradually turning Qingyun Village from a place on the verge of collapse into an ironclad livelihood no one could take away, even in an age of chaos.
But there was no peace to be had in these times. The county magistrate kept an eye on him, the prefect watched him closely, and the northern Jin people's iron hooves drew ever nearer.
Can farming really produce an army of a million? Chen Zhao fully intends to see it through.
