An Wenping traveled to the Southern Song Dynasty and was so poor that he had no food to eat and was murdered by wealthy businessmen. He did not escape, but led a village of young and old to ambush him at the entrance of the village and killed him in a fight. From then on, he opened workshops, built caravans, and trained private armies. The annual income from perfume is 30,000 taels, and the sweater is sold out before it goes on sale. Devouring the properties of wealthy merchants, occupying bandit villages, and defeating soldiers and refugees. Before the Mongolian cavalry went south, he had already accumulated a fortune on Jinghu North Road that no one could take advantage of.
In troubled times, let's see how I, as a mortal, can carve out a way of life in the Southern Song Dynasty!
In this life, I will never be a driven ant again. From delivering food to being the king, he only believes in one thing: I have no control over my destiny.
Not bad, not bad.