The year I transmigrated to Liaodong, all I had was a rusty sickle.
The System said killing people earned points, and points could be used to recruit soldiers.
I killed barbarians, recruited plate-armored troops, built up a heavy cavalry force, and fought my way out of piles of corpses to become the Marquis Champion.
The day I arrived in the capital,
the empress smiled. “Marquis Chen, you’re truly a promising young man. But in the capital, everyone needs a place to live.”
With that, she rewarded me with a mansion near the Jia residence.
Qingwen served me tea, and Zijuan made my bed!
Ahem, Sister Lin, I’m your cousin. You can’t refuse to see me, can you?
Lin Daiyu pushed open the courtyard gate and glared at me. “Who’s your cousin?”
Xiangling introduced herself: My surname is Zhen... My name is Zhen Yinglian? Yinglian knows her name?
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Um, it's quite big but it's obviously under pressure. Judging from the protagonist's efficiency in obtaining food and grass, I don't know how others can survive. There's also a locust plague in the south.