I woke up one day to find I’d become a spoiled young female sent-down youth in a period novel.
Looking at the System’s futuristic technology, I fell into deep thought.
While the other sent-down youths were still working themselves to the bone for work points, I quietly improved hybrid rice.
While the whole village cheered over a yield of eight hundred jin per mu, I brought out techniques for growing crops in saline-alkali soil.
Then one day, the handsome male sent-down youth who was always sneaking out at night cornered me in a cornfield.
He flashed his interstellar work ID. “Comrade Lin Xiao, you’re suspected of disrupting the course of civilization.”
I glanced at the mecha flickering into view behind him and quietly tightened my grip on the wormhole generator.
