On the day when one hundred thousand Mongolian cavalry crashed into the Qizhou city wall and broke his front teeth, Shen Mo was settling accounts in the city tower.
After doing the math, he found that the battle was a loss.
Three years ago, he walked into this damn place with only a lighter on his body, and he was worth twenty-two-five cents. Three years later, he stamped his feet, and no one in the world dared not pick up on his words.
He really didn't want to make it so big.
They make strong liquor to make money, and they build city walls to avoid being robbed of their money. Later, he refined steel that was not available in this era, made cannon that was not available in this era, and sailed the ship to the sea that no one in this era has ever been to. He accounts for everything and ensures a profit without loss.
The only thing he hadn't considered was the territory.
When he came to his senses, his flag had been planted from Qizhou to the horizon.
Shen Mo looked at the Map of All Nations at his feet and was silent for a long time.
"Is the earth that big?"
(The first fourteen chapters belong to the growth period of the protagonist. Readers who want to see the infrastructure directly should move to Chapter 15. The pace of the book is slow in the early stages, so I hope readers will bear with it.)
(The introduction is too weak, please move to the text)
