At the End of Ming Dynasty, I Used Space to Support Millions of Refugees

[Time Travel + Late Ming Dynasty + Refugees + Space + Farming + Infrastructure + Struggle for Hegemony] In the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, natural and man-made disasters continued. There are millions of refugees, starving to death everywhere, and the bark of the trees on the roadside has been chewed up. The imperial porridge shed was set up in the memorial, with "relief" written all over the paper, but there was not a grain of rice in the pot. Zhang Yuanshan, at the beginning, was in the pot, and he was in the pot. He turned the pot and fought back, dragging the broken leg of the iron pillar and protecting the fifteen-year-old Agou, and fought his way out of the cannibal camp. By the river, the hungry people knelt on the ground. Little by little light began to appear in the numb eyes. Zhang Yuanshan took out the food from the void and threw it into the pot: "Eat, when you are full, I will give you a way to survive." High-yielding crops can be grown in space, and good food can be grown in barren mountains and mountains. With food and people, where can we go in this world? The court doesn't care whether the refugees live or die, he does. What about the Manchu and Qing cavalry? Even if you come, you have to kneel down.