Eighth Year of Chongzhen: My Mobile Phone Only Has 72 Cells Left

Traveling through the late Ming Dynasty, hell begins. Lin Mo found that his biggest reliance was a mobile phone with dwindling power but capable of connecting to the Internet. There is no system, no abilities, only modern common sense that has not been forgotten in the mind, and civilized information that can disappear at any time on the screen. He must use a bowl of wild vegetable porridge mixed with sand to gain trust, use clumsy calligraphy in exchange for a roof over his head, and earn a "legitimate" identity for himself among the abacus and old ledgers. The best ratio of gunpowder, simple epidemic prevention methods, characteristics of high-yielding crops... The realization of every bit of knowledge is a race against time. He must rush to transform from a refugee into a chess piece before the power reaches zero, and then from a chess piece to become one of his own who can speak among Qin Liangyu's white soldiers. The world is about to collapse, should we just go with the flow, or should we use this remaining "network cable" to pull up a different force? This book is also known as: "My Gold Finger Has an Expiration Date," "Those Years of Technology in the Ming Dynasty," and "Watching the Cell Phone's Battery Drop from 72% to 1%."