On the second day after Lin Wan traveled through time, he clutched half of a moldy copy of "Essentials for Elevating the People" in his arms and stood on a barren slope looking at the wild wormwood in the cracks between rocks - the memory of a modern agricultural doctor surged, and he suddenly laughed.
"This land can be planted!" She rolled up her patched sleeves and led the old and weak women and children to dig out the hardened soil and spread her own ash fertilizer. She squatted in the kitchen at night, soaked rice seeds in a pottery urn, and used charcoal to draw circles on the wall.
But Young Master Zhou from Qinghe County was not happy.
As soon as Mi Xing's abacus rang, his men overturned her vegetable shed; as soon as the caravan was about to leave the village, a wooden fence with nails rolled down the mountain road.
Until the businessman in blue shirt who always hangs around her place lifted his bamboo hat and revealed the jade plaque with the word "Xiao" engraved on his waist——
"My Xiao family has the salt that Madam asked for; I built the glass workshop you mentioned."
From improving the saline-alkali land to opening an oil pressing mill, from defeating Zhou's rice shop to opening up the north-south trade route, Lin Wan followed the muddy ideas and found that this seemingly honest businessman was actually the head of an imperial businessman who could be called "Shopkeeper Xiao" by the emperor.
And when the ore veins exploded with golden light under the Qingshan Col, when Zhou Wenchang was red-eyed and wanted to burn down her grain stack, when the dignitaries of the Manchu Dynasty were sharpening their knives while staring at the word "Imperial Merchant" -
The peasant girl who was scolded as having "mud legs" patted the dirt on her clothes and threw her account book on the table: "Want to cut off my trade route? First ask the old and young men in Qingshan'ao if they agree!"
