I Claimed This Land for Myself [Farming]

Zhao Keran had just transmigrated into an era without viruses or zombies and hadn't even had time to celebrate when an imperial decree sent him to the desolate, freezing northwestern frontier. Countless refugees, people living in misery. Suppressed by powerful clans and ignored by the court. Zhao Keran says, "Don't panic. I've got a golden finger." A pocket dimension, an interplanar marketplace, buying and selling all in one, fair to everyone. Reclaiming wasteland, farming, making food Pressing oil, weaving cloth, improving people's livelihoods Making paper, teaching literacy, developing education Chinese medicine, Western medicine, improving healthcare Cement, firearms, strengthening border defenses Cotton, food, developing trade On a frontier beset by endless war, barren and desolate, laughter now rings out, and fertile fields stretch as far as the eye can see. Zhao, County Magistrate, Keran: I can finally eat my fill at every meal! General Huo, who has always followed behind and silently protected Magistrate Zhao, says: Me too. System 000 covers its face and sobs: I don't care! I need to have a place in this blurb! 1. Entirely fictional setting. 2. The entire story is fictional. -- Coming soon: The Days I Spent as a Shaman in Prehistoric Times -- Prehistoric times, building infrastructure and farming. Shen Nong self-destructed his spirit core while saving someone, but instead of dying, he transmigrated to another world and landed on the altar where a shaman was being summoned by a primitive tribe. And so Shen Nong became the most revered shaman of the Wood Tribe. A shaman's main task is to lead the tribe to prosperity. To survive in this primitive world, Shen Nong set out to build a life for himself. The Wood Tribe had no shaman and was driven out and attacked at will by other tribes, struggling to survive in the cracks. With a shaman, everything changed completely. Their tribe came to have salt, food, and medicinal herbs. Later, they had clothes, cotton, and rice. They even had divine beast warriors of their own. Later still, the small tribes around them came to seek their protection. They built fortresses and cities. They could make the finest porcelain and glass in the world. They could build ships that sailed the seas and carts that traveled over land. Under the shaman's leadership, the little Wood Tribe became known as the City of the Gods. Every day, Shen Nong calculated the experience points awarded by the infrastructure-building System, timing his purchases in the marketplace down to the last point. He would buy one thing, then want something else. Bionic warriors, wanted. Nanocameras, wanted. Ability-awakening serum, wanted. All kinds of miraculous pills and medicines, wanted. Immortal-cultivation communication tokens, wanted. Shen Nong wanted everything. Then he saw the prices and nearly died laughing. He couldn't afford a thing! Sigh. What a downer. -Blurb subject to change- Theme: Never give up hope of living.