Shen Qing transmigrates into a wastrel county magistrate in the Great Zhou dynasty, demoted to a poor county.
He has no System, only five thousand years of history in his head.
He builds roads with cement, saves people from famine with potatoes, revitalizes commerce with vouchers, and suppresses bandits with grenades.
By day, he hosts hot pot feasts in the courtroom; by night, he leads people in infrastructure projects.
The whole county calls him a spendthrift, until the roads are built, the granaries are full, the coffers are overflowing, and the bandits are gone.
Five lovely confidantes surround him and ask, "Is there anything you can't do?"
Shen Qing spreads his hands. "I can't be emperor."
The emperor, traveling incognito, narrows his eyes. "Shen Qing, if you don't want my throne, then you can tutor the crown prince."
Shen Qing panics. "Your Majesty, I'm really just a wastrel!"
