Breaking New Ground in the Wilds: The Powerful Minister Relies on My Potatoes to Survive

[Farming with a pocket dimension + winning his wife back the hard way + two equally strong leads at each other's throats] Lin Wantang transmigrated into a notorious shrew. From the start, her powerful husband grabbed her by the throat and warned her, “I've lived this life again. This time, I'll make you wish you were dead!”

After years of enduring his humiliation, she flung a potato at him. “I'm done serving you!”

He used the high-yield potatoes she grew to end a famine, yet sneered in public, “That filthy stuff from the remnants of the Nangong clan is only fit for dogs.”

She used his immense power to wipe out her enemies, then laughed coldly. “Lord Pei, your heart is colder than the bones in a mass grave.”

Later, they were both sent to a desolate wasteland:

“Madam has run off to grow potatoes again!”

The treacherous minister Pei Yan crushed the urgent report in his hand, his eyes bloodshot. “Give the order to the army: if a single one of her seedlings is trampled, bring me the culprit's head!”

She grew potatoes to end famine and built canals to fight natural disasters, but her brutal husband still gripped her throat and sneered, “Using sorcery to sway the people? Your head belongs on the city wall for all to see!”

Later, when a three-year drought struck the wasteland, everyone knelt and begged her to open the granaries. She kicked over a cart of grain. “Tell Pei Yan to eat these potatoes, and I'll open them!” Years later, as a torrential rain battered the capital, he knelt on the ground and dug her out with his bare hands, her body mangled and bloody. “Lin Wantang, in life you're a member of the Pei family, and in death... you can wait for me before going to hell!”

She clung to her last breath and pressed a hand to his throat. “Lord Pei, you're wrong. Only devils like you go to hell. Our paths were never meant to cross!”

[Bonus scene]

The whole capital was abuzz with rumors that the cold-blooded minister Pei Yan had whipped the stone tablet at his late wife's grave for years. No one knew that every night he knelt before her tomb, carving the potatoes he'd just harvested into her likeness. “Wantang, doesn't this one look like the potato you threw at my face when we first met, the one that sealed our love?”