If there was a portal that would be closed forever in a year, what would you choose?
Chen Gang chose the craziest path.
They maxed out their credit cards, emptied their homes, and hoarded enough supplies for a family to last for decades—food, medicine, weapons, seeds, machine tools, photovoltaic panels, and even unpopular equipment that few people knew about. Then he took his parents, wife, children, cousin, father-in-law and mother-in-law, a total of ten people, and walked through the door without looking back.
On the other side of the door is Liaodong in 183 AD. The Yellow Turban Rebellion has not yet broken out, and the world is about to be in chaos. The place where they landed was still more than ten kilometers away from the nearest Han city, surrounded by only primitive mountains and forests.
I don't want to reach the sky in one step, nor do I want to rely on prophets to rob people. Chen Gang only plans to survive first, open up wasteland, build forts, collect refugees, and use modern materials and knowledge to take root in Liaodong bit by bit.
When the heroes of the Central Plains came to their senses, in the mountains and forests of the northeast, a lighthouse they had never seen before had already lit up.
One door, ten people, one year of preparation.
From barren mountains and ridges to the roar of steam, from a few acres of thin fields to a forest of iron cavalry.
The foundation of the Thousand-Year Empire starts from the Space-Time Gate.
