[Historical What-If, Ancient-Era Farming, Courtroom Power Struggles, No System, Beloved by a Crew of Old Folks]
Other people transmigrate with a System. I transmigrate with a group of old men and women.
Except they've all been rejuvenated...
While the other princes are locked in a bloody struggle for the throne in the capital, I'm making salt from seawater and pearls from shells in my poor fief.
When the servants of a powerful clan use their influence to force me to sell my land, a retired special forces soldier slaps one of them flying.
When three thousand enemy cavalrymen arrive at the city gates and the whole city is scared stiff, my army pulls out homemade grenades.
When pirates from the Eastern Sea swagger across the waters, retired Captain Shen takes three battered fishing boats and uses cannons to roast them like suckling pigs.
Even as the court collapses, the realm descends into chaos, and the various princes sharpen their knives for me...
I still eat when it's time to eat and drink when it's time to drink...
I don't have a golden finger. This bunch of old men and women are my golden finger!
