Did he transmigrate with his rental apartment and a room full of deliveries?
As a compulsive shopper, whenever something happens, he opens treasure chests around the apartment, hoping to find something that might help with his current predicament.
"Huh? When did I buy all this stuff!?" "Got more money than I know what to do with, huh..." "What is this even for?! This shoddy counterfeit junk!"
Well, now he really does have nowhere to spend his money, because the miserable Lin Fuyou has been dumped by the transmigration god into the miserable primitive age, where people barter for everything and there isn't even a monetary system!
Purpose: Farming, farming, and more freaking farming.
Has it been rewritten? Okay, keep working hard