[No system + Counterattack from a poor family + Farming imperial examination + Wits and intrigues + Slow and refreshing article]
In the year of severe drought, Chen Ye became the lowest tenant farmer in the Great Yan Dynasty.
There is a broken vat in the house, two hungry faces, half an acre of thin farmland still covered with white alkali, but outside the door there are landlords pressing for rent, underlings cannibalizing people, and aristocratic families blocking the road.
There is no system, no backing, and no patrimony.
All he could rely on was the knowledge of history and physics in his mind.
Change the saline-alkali soil, boil the first pot of white salt, make new soap, teach accounting, unravel stupid accounts, use rules to bite the rules, and use people's hearts to pry people's hearts.
In the village, he relied on farming to survive; in the county, he relied on reading; in the court, he relied on his brains to fight for position.
Others relied on destiny to counterattack, but Chen Ye relied on hard work.
When others follow the rules, he uses the rules to hold them back.
From a tenant farmer to a young boy, from a poor family to a scholar, from a mud-legged boy to a foreign king.
In this life, he doesn't want to accept his fate.
He wants to step on this man-eating old world and climb to the top step by step.
