[Farming] [Transmigration] [Inspirational] [Single Female Lead]
Liu Xi, a modern agricultural expert, has an accident on the very night her groundbreaking research into drought-resistant crops succeeds, and her soul transmigrates to ancient times. Armed with the expertise she gained in her previous life, she embarks on an extraordinary farming journey in an era of scarcity.
Improving the soil, cultivating new varieties, preventing pests, and combating droughts... She uses modern agricultural techniques to change her family's fate. But as the times change, she is forced to face even greater challenges.
The daughter of a scholarly family looks down on farmers, while the local authorities are skeptical of her new methods. Yet under her leadership, barren land gradually comes back to life, and the villagers' lives keep getting better. This agricultural expert from the modern world proves the worth of a farm girl through knowledge and perseverance.
This is a story about responsibility and commitment, family bonds and personal growth. In the countryside, she not only reaps golden rice harvest after golden rice harvest, but also finds the happiness that is hers to claim.
A month and a half, a journey of 330,000 words, from the barren land of Fu'an Village to a prosperous market town, from Liu Xi's confusion to the glorious inheritance of the entire family - this work is like a seedling planted by one's own hands, growing quietly in the silence of no one to cheer. Today I happened to see the comments from the reader "Wang Zhao Sui who likes Maine Coon cats", and I felt a sudden surprise. It turns out that there were also eyes lingering on this field cultivated by a "single machine". During the creative process, I often put myself into the role of Liu Xi: the anxiety of facing a strange world, the sudden inspiration when improving farm tools, and the joy of witnessing the growth of my family. Those hours of revising code at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night felt like I was really measuring the land on the ridges of the fields in Fu'an Town and drawing farming maps under the oil lamp. I would especially like to thank the reader who left a complaint (although you may not be able to read this paragraph). Your few words suddenly gave this lonely creation a resonance. If a certain part of the story makes you smile, or a certain plot makes you stop and sigh, that is the greatest encouragement to me. On the road of future creation, I look forward to more valuable suggestions and collisions. I hope that we can all be like the folks in Fu'an Town and "plant" unexpected brilliance in our respective fields.
Well written. Thanks to the author.