Shen Zhihe, a doctor of agriculture, died suddenly in the laboratory and woke up to become a rough maid in the ancient prince's mansion.
Facing the famine-stricken land, she took out the last half bag of cold-resistant rice seeds in the laboratory: "Master Marquis, I have a way to produce a thousand catties per mu, but you must promise me three things."
First, abolish serfdom and distribute land to each household.
Second, women can establish a household and inherit land.
Third, open an agricultural school and I will be the head of the mountain.
The cold-faced Marquis Xiao Lin crushed the teacup and said, "That's right."
When new farm tools turn over millennia-old frozen soil, when hybrid rice ears bend the backbone of nobles.
Shen Zhihe stood on the city tower and watched the cavalry crush the decadent dynasty.
Xiao Lin took her hand and said: "This is the appointment of Jiangshan, and you must be the first dean of the College of Agriculture."
