There's a Dead Lord Inside Me

Eighteen years old, just finished the college entrance examination. BBQ, beer, bragging with my brothers, and then died suddenly in my bed. When he woke up, there was a stone dome above his head, a hard wooden bed beneath him, a sword hanging on the wall, and an old man outside the door calling him "Lord". Time traveled. There is no system, no panel, no cheats. There was a dilapidated city that was extremely poor, 1,200 territorial citizens who were about to starve to death, and a half-written list of the dead. The original owner of this body was Alexander, Lord of Black Mud Castle, who died of mental and physical exhaustion. His soul has not left yet, and is staring at him silently in Xu Jincheng's mind. That silence is not empty. It's the "I'll see how long you can last" kind of silence. Black Mud Castle is stuck in the Northern Pass. To the north is the Kingdom of Blood Crow, where 120,000 lunatics are hungry. Going south to grab food is their regular routine every year. The Earl of the Granary in the east smiled and sent old grain, on the condition that the grain must be sold to him at a low price after the autumn harvest. The mercenary baron in the south has clearly marked the price, and will help you fight the war if you provide food. The trading principalities to the west talk a lot about the spirit of contract, but every contract is cheating you legally. The four major forces surrounded a mess, and no one took action, waiting for Black Mud Castle to die on its own. Then Xu Jincheng opened the ledger and found that the city had been dying for three hundred years - building walls, farming, being robbed, building again, planting again, and being robbed again. Every lord is doing the same thing, generation after generation. Before Alexander died, he wrote the last line in his account book: "I should not be able to survive the spring." Xu Jincheng crossed out this line. Write below: "Build the wall first."