The Night Before the House Was Confiscated, I Emptied the Dog Emperor's Treasury

When he woke up, Shen Zhao became the most disliked bastard in the Hou Mansion. There was a princeling outside who took advantage of the collusion case to kill him, and inside there was a stepmother who took advantage of the opportunity to silence her. The Marquis's house was ransacked overnight, and the whole family was exiled to the north three days later. Everyone thought that their lineage was destined to die. Only Shen Zhao knew that he had just awakened a portable dimension that could store all things and be continuously upgraded. Since there was always death, he would strike first. He didn't keep anything from the treasury, granaries, medicine warehouses, and enemies' private warehouses that could be moved; he took away all the cotton-padded clothes, medicinal materials, salt and grain, and weapons that were important for survival in advance. On the way to exile, while others were chewing tree bark, freezing and waiting to die, he led his family to eat meat, wear cotton, and fight back against the pursuers; in the bitter cold north, while others were still worrying about a mouthful of hot soup, he had already opened an abandoned farm, stocked up on salt and grain, collected old troops, and nourished people's hearts, gradually turning the dead land into his own foundation. From the abandoned son of the Hou Mansion to the Lord of the North. In this life, he not only had to live, but he also had to let those who ransacked his home, killed him, and cut off his future, and finally knelt down and vomited out everything they had eaten.