A Youngster Transmigrates to Zhenguan

I woke up to find myself a starving boy in the fourth year of the Zhenguan era.

I’d planned to lie flat and coast, but my dad’s hoe was too sharp, the neighbors gossiped too much, and rice in Chang’an cost a fortune.

If I can’t keep up with the rat race, I’ll use my twenty-first-century brain to plant a few seeds of technological progress in the Tang Dynasty ahead of time:

First, I’ll make enough to eat, then patch up the walls, and occasionally pull the wool over the eyes of the county clerk who loves dropping by.

Who says you have to rule the world after you transmigrate?

All I want is to become the most carefree man of the Zhenguan era: with a full granary, chickens crowing in the yard, and neighbors who don’t kick down my door.