The Commoner's Destiny

After transmigrating to ancient times, An Yongchun suddenly realized that he could not make sugar or soap, nor could he forge iron or build cannons. The trades he had spent half his life mastering were almost completely useless in this world.

What was he supposed to do?

Faced with starving babies, famine victims stripped of their humanity, and greedy officials drooling with avarice, An Yongchun drew his sword and pointed it at the heavens. Heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat all things like straw dogs. My destiny belongs to me, not you. If you don't want this realm, then hand it over to me!

Note: This really isn't the Ming Dynasty.