> Shen Qinghe, a PhD in agronomy, transmigrated into the body of an abused child bride. In the depths of winter, she was forced to kneel barefoot on a field ridge.
> Her wicked mother-in-law pointed at the cracked earth. “You worthless wretch, if you can’t grow food, I’ll sell you to a brothel!”
> She pulled out the sweet potato slips she had secretly hidden and quietly planted them in the barren sand under cover of night.
> Three months later, sweet potatoes as big as a person’s head grew in the field, leaving the whole village stunned.
> When the village head stepped in to judge the dispute, she dug up heaps of sweet potatoes in front of everyone.
> Her wicked mother-in-law collapsed to the ground. “Impossible... Nothing grows here, not even grass...”
> Shen Qinghe stroked the plump tubers and gazed toward the barren hills in the distance.
> This land, and these people, all deserve a chance to live differently.
