There Is Land in the Cold Palace

The soul traveled through the cold palace and abandoned the concubine. At the beginning, there was only a leaky house and moldy brown rice. Shen Qingyuan thought he was going to freeze to death in the ruins, but accidentally activated the [Leng Palace Farming System]! From the novice task of clearing a square meter of wasteland to unlocking high-yielding crops such as potatoes, corn, and peppers, she took an old woman with medical skills, a young eunuch who knew carpentry, and a concubine who knew accounting to dig out hope on the frozen soil: returning straw to the fields to improve the soil, implementing off-season planting in glass sheds, taming wild bees for pollination, and building a processing workshop to grind flour and extract oil. When the guards snatched chickens and ducks, they used bees to build a defensive line; in the imperial kitchen, they exchanged moldy rice for vegetables, and used their account books to counterattack an army. From corn buns scratching the throat to wheat-flavored steamed buns flicking fingers, from broken houses leaking air to fire-walled pavilions, from "cold palace dwellers" to the "Jingnong Garden" personally gifted by the emperor, this group of forgotten souls, using hoes as swords and earth as armor, cultivated thousands of acres of fertile land under the shadow of the imperial power, and even cultivated a home that is more precious than food. The system tasks continued and crises came one after another, but when Shen Qingyuan laughed and cried while watching his friends hold the salted duck eggs with oil, he suddenly understood: the most touching thing in the cold palace was never the system points, but the human fireworks that were warmer than charcoal fire when six hands were held tightly.