Three Years of Drought? I'll Stockpile for the Whole Village

Waking up, Chen Xu has transmigrated into an alternate late Ming dynasty in the third year of a great drought, becoming the sixteen-year-old third son of the village head. The riverbed is dry, the well is nearly exhausted, and even the bark of the old locust tree has been gnawed clean. But in his mind, a three-year timeline has appeared: this drought will last another three years, each worse than the last; after the drought comes locusts, after the locusts comes plague, and soldiers and bandits are still to come. His eldest brother went off to serve as a soldier in the garrison and has not been heard from since; his second brother went away on business and has not returned. His father is so worried his hair has turned white; his mother leaves the thick porridge for his little sister and drinks the water used to scrub the pot herself. Chen Xu does the math: at the current rate of consumption, the whole village will not last half a month. No system, no cheat powers—foresight is his only capital. Stockpile grain, dig wells, build walls, establish rules. First survive, then live well, and finally—even the heavens will have to listen to me. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Three Years of Drought? I'll Stockpile for the Whole Village — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠