After traveling through time and becoming the son of a criminal exiled on the border, Lin Jie started with only a piece of wasteland, two loyal servants and a face wanted by the court.
Everyone thought he wouldn't survive the winter.
It wasn't until he burned the first kiln of lime on the barren mountains, planted the first soybeans on the river bank, and purified the first bowl of snowflake salt in the saline-alkali land that those who had ridiculed him, suppressed him, and wanted to kill him began to realize that there was something wrong with this "waste".
From a charcoal kiln to a market, from a deep well to a city wall, from dozens of exiles to a city rising from the ground.
He is not a prince or a powerful person, but he has built the strongest city, the most sophisticated workshop, and the most powerful guard in this era.
The big shots in the court finally couldn't sit still - some wanted to win over him, and some wanted to destroy him.
Lin Jie only said one sentence: "I don't want to fight for the world, but no one can touch my Chang'an city."
