Chen Ji, a doctor of agriculture, passed away and became a ninth-grade grain official who had just had his engagement broken off.
Fiancée: "Three generations of farmers have been farmers, what can you achieve in this life?"
Chen Ji looked at the cracked fields and the empty-talking officials, and smiled.
Profit? Come, let me teach you what it means to breathe out:
Producing a thousand catties per mu is just a small goal; solving the famine is just a warm-up exercise.
When droughts and locust plagues came one after another, and nobles throughout the court cried for their fathers and mothers, only Chen Ji's granaries were piled up into mountains.
Qingliu scolded him as "ignorant and incompetent", so he founded Dayong Agricultural College and directly became a new saint in the hearts of students all over the world.
Many years later, the emperor on the dragon throne looked at him and sighed quietly: "My dear, tell me honestly, what you grow is really food, not some emperor's tricks?"
