When she opened her eyes, she became the vicious stepmother of an ancient rural family, surrounded by three skinny and hungry cubs. My mother-in-law put her hands on her hips and scolded me for being a loser, and my brother-in-law planned to sell me for a bride price. I took out the agricultural encyclopedia system that came with my time travel and sneered: "A potato seed with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu costs ten taels of silver per kilogram. Buy it if you like." Half a year later, my house was full of grain and my baby was rosy. The county magistrate personally hung a plaque on me as "High-yield Grain God". In the past, my husband's family was crying and begging to be honored. I took out the divorce letter and said, "Go in line. Those who want to marry this girl can queue from the village head to the capital!"
