Lords of the West: Start with a Potato

1890, American West. This is a paradise for gold diggers and a cemetery for Chinese workers. The modern man Chen Ergou came with his space soul. In this starving wasteland where even mildewed flour has to be mixed with sawdust, the potatoes in his space are bigger than human heads, and the oats are so plump that they are almost miraculous. "A bag of fresh potatoes will give you half a bag of gold sand. Would you like to exchange it for me?" He used the cheapest rations to frantically harvest the primitive accumulation of all forces. Every crumb that leaked out of his hands was a luxury product coveted by the rich and powerful in the West. The Musketeers, San Francisco's financial tycoons, the arrogant federal cavalry... They thought they could use the Maxim machine gun to define the rules, but they found that the lifeline of the entire West was already in the palm of this man's hand. From low-level coolies to behind-the-scenes lords, from a corner of the wilderness to a financial empire. "I'm not here to join the order, I'm here to rewrite it."