Your Majesty, This Really Is Just a County Town

Lin Wuya transmigrates to the Tang Dynasty and wants nothing more than to be a county magistrate who slacks off and enjoys life.

To make things more comfortable for himself, he casually comes up with a few little inventions.

Who would have guessed that cement walls would rise from the ground, Divine Machine Cannons would line the ramparts, and his warehouses would hold more money than the imperial treasury?

Eight years later, Li Shimin stands atop a thirty-meter-high city wall, looking at a military road wide enough for eight carriages to race side by side. He is completely dumbfounded.

“Lin Wuya! You call this a county town? You complained to me about being poor just so you could build an imperial palace here?!”

Lin Wuya spreads his hands, his face utterly sincere. “Your Majesty, if I told you I just wanted to live quietly as a local emperor, would you believe me?”