The Road to Lordship Begins with a Broken Pot

Traveling through time as a landless baron exiled to the frontier, Zhou Cheng started with only a cracked pot, three serfs who were too hungry to walk, and a long winter that could freeze to death at any time. The empire abandoned him like worn out shoes, the bandits regarded him as a fat sheep, and even the goblins were unwilling to plunder in this frozen land where even grass did not grow. But he squatted in a drafty shack, carefully cultivating the gray-white mycelium growing in the cracks of the pot. "This is a primary culture of extreme environment microorganisms." He said to the former miner who coughed up blood. "When they crawl over this frozen soil, we can grow tubers that do not require sunlight." When the hungry people exchanged the last half bag of moldy wheat seeds for the "edible soil" formula, when the down-and-out knight offered his rusted sword for a bowl of hot fungus soup, when the fleeing alchemist pointed at the spreading fungus carpet and shouted "This is the magic of the evil god" - Zhou Cheng just knocked on the clay pot: "Starting tomorrow, everyone will learn the "Straw Returning and Low-temperature Fermentation Technology". Those who can't learn it will be responsible for cleaning the dung truck." Many years later, the Imperial Almanac recorded: "The Demon Lord of the North used dung water to penetrate the armor of the Knights Templar, and used moldy potatoes to build the strongest city-state on the continent - but his most terrifying invention was to make every serf learn to write a "Soil Improvement Report."