After waking up, Xiao Shuhan, a doctor of agriculture, traveled through the Tang Dynasty for three years and became an unlucky farmer who was about to starve to death on the outskirts of Chang'an.
The beginning is hell mode: drought has been severe for many years, and the locust plague is approaching. The whole village can only kneel down to pray for rain and sit and wait to die.
At this moment of despair, Xiao Shuhan smiled.
"Locusts? Isn't that walking protein?"
"No water? You can't dig a well, how dare you call Guanzhong fertile soil?"
"Low yield? Wait, let me show you what it means to produce a thousand catties per mu!"
While others were still chewing tree bark, Xiao Shuhan's village was already eating white flour steamed buns and fried locusts; when a locust plague swept through Guanzhong and blocked the sky, Xiao Shuhan led the whole village to make money crazily and made a lot of money.
When the news reached the Tai Chi Palace, Li Shimin, the first emperor of all time who was pulling out his hair because of the drought and locust plague, couldn't sit still at all.
"Bring this man to me quickly! I want to know whether he is a demon or a god!"
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Anyone can be the county magistrate, but there is no need to write Fang Yiai as the county magistrate.
Anyone can be the county magistrate, but there is no need to write Fang Yiai as the county magistrate.