Spring Plowing in Longshang

Shen Yan opened his eyes and became a dying military captain on the west side of the river. The granaries are empty, the Qiang cavalry are peeking around, and the three hundred military households have food - in the last days of the Tang Dynasty, even a full meal is a luxury. He has no golden fingers, only what he has learned in half his life: a volume of agricultural books, hands of clay, and a heart that refuses to accept his fate. Diverting snow water, building barrel carts, experimenting with crop rotation, setting up settlements... On the wasteland, open an acre of survival field; in troubled times, establish an inch of new rules. No kingship, no tribute, no civil war. He only asked: If the prosperous age has collapsed, can it be up to me to rekindle a new fire?