When he opened his eyes, Lu Yao, who had won the architectural award, became the most miserable lord in another world.
Territory? There were only three old, weak, sick and disabled people left who were about to starve to death.
Assets? A lame table, plus a rusty pickaxe.
System prompt: You will starve to death in 48 hours.
Looking at the barren wasteland in front of her, Lu Yao rolled up her sleeves.
No food? Open fields, divert water, and cultivate land. Modern architects will teach you what planning and crushing are.
No weapons? Cut wood into spears, dig the ground into pits, and let the monsters see what it means to be an engineering war god.
No talent? Cat-eared assassins, exiled knights, desperate businessmen... They were all taken under her wing.
Later, when the nobles in the royal capital couldn't sit still and wanted to pick peaches, what they saw was——
The continuous fertile fields, the city with iron walls, and the woman standing at the top of the city, carrying a rake and smiling harmlessly.
"Want to steal my land?"
"Have you asked me about the three thousand traps in the cellar?"
