[Western Fantasy] [Lord] [Infrastructure] [Ensemble Cast] [No System]
Lu Heng transmigrated into the lord of a town reduced to ashes.
No golden finger, no System interface, and no knightly order kneeling in allegiance from the start.
All he had was 270 faces so hungry they could chew tree bark, a western wall collapsed halfway, and a tax ledger recording how much grain everyone in town owed him.
There was also a rule written on a wooden sign at the town entrance: Do not inform on your neighbors because of hunger.
On the first day he put the rule in place, the whole town laughed at him.
On the second day he enforced it, he personally broke someone's finger.
The day the rule finally took hold, refugees beyond the walls began counting heads, a sentry on the northern slope was nailed to a stake, and behind a pile of scrap metal, a witch with gray ears watched him bleed black blood.
What he had to do was simple: make this town live by his rules.
Work hard, come on, come on