"Sir, the rice is yellow again!"
"Why are you panicking? It's already done."
Lin Wanniang traveled through time and became a female official who was demoted to the ninth grade agricultural officer. She faced barren fields, hungry people, and pairs of suspicious eyes.
Others laughed at her because women were not good at farming.
She silently laid out the drawings: fish-rice symbiosis, improved rice seeds, cooperative system... The moment the yield per mu doubled, the whole county knelt down.
When others laughed at her, she would just bury her head in the dirt.
She turned around and organized a team of female workers, built a rice polishing mill, opened up water transportation lines, and put the "Daoxiang Society" sign in the eighteen prefectures in Jiangnan.
Others laughed at her because she didn't understand the dangers of court.
She smiled slightly - when the granaries were overflowing and the refugees returned to their fields, even the emperor would personally issue an order: "Qing Lin, can you leave me a bag of these seeds...?"
Until one day, the Shaodong of the Wan family who once "pleaded for mercy" to her blocked her way, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes:
"Mother, if you want this world's granary, I will transport it for you. If you want to overthrow the old system, I will clear the way for you. But... Can you share my life and watch the thousands of miles of rice waves together?"
