On the day she was deposed, Queen Lu Xiaoxiao took off the east pearl from her phoenix crown and held a handful of soil in the imperial garden. In the deserted courtyard of the cold palace, the system's blue light illuminated her worn fingers: "Please keep the host alive." The former imperial concubine Su Linglong lay on the wall and bargained: "Tomato seeds are exchanged for each seed!" The former concubine Zhao Jingshu kicked in the door and walked in with a hen in her left hand and a bow and arrow in her right: "My chickens are more obedient than the imperial guards." The three of them wrote a joint-stock contract with sycamore leaves and grew pepper chickens that were fragrant for ten miles. The emperor followed the fragrance and saw them rolling up their sleeves to pick tomatoes. This was a smile he had never seen before. From the first vegetable plot in Leng Palace to the experimental field of 10,000 acres; from thirty cents of egg money to a business empire with an annual income of one million. They use seeds to rewrite their destiny and use soil to subvert the rules of the deep palace. When the smoke rose, the former abandoned queen led the women's agricultural team to help the border; when the new emperor ascended the throne, they chose to continue cultivating the land under their feet. Because "the land does not recognize identity, only sweat. Women do not rely on grace, but on ability." This is a story about seeds, dignity and sisters.
