Dajing Has My Craftsmen Who Created the Past and Present

With a splitting headache, Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes. The mottled adobe wall came into view, and the air was mixed with the pungent smell of mold and plant ash. He sat up, and unfamiliar memories poured in like a tide, making him dizzy - he traveled through time, from the 21st century with bustling traffic and advanced technology, to the Dajing Dynasty without even electricity, and became a fatherless, extremely poor orphan who had just been bullied to death by bullies. Endless confusion and panic surged in his heart. In his previous life, he was a top mechanical engineer in the industry, had a decent job, and a warm home. He just squinted while working overtime. How could he end up in this situation? Looking at the house with bare walls, the broken wooden bed was rickety, the clay pots with missing corners were empty, and the bullies outside the house were yelling for debts with harsh and fierce curses, he clenched his fists and his fingertips turned white. No, I can't just accept my fate, let alone die here. In my previous life, I relied on mechanical skills to make a living. In this life, even in this backward ancient times, I can rely on this brain and these hands to find a way to survive. Looking at the lush bamboo forest and clay everywhere outside the house, the panic in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by the determination to break the boat. The Dajing Dynasty had backward tools and low productivity. This was a dilemma, but also an opportunity for him. Lin Chen begins his fantasy time travel journey