Xu Yunsheng, a master of agriculture, woke up and found himself lying in the reeds beside Dianchi Lake. He was wearing the tattered clothes of a northern refugee, and his pockets were cleaner than his face.
The reign name was the twelfth year of Yanxi. Shuhan. Nanzhong.
The Gaopingling Incident had just turned the Central Plains into a pot of porridge. The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove were drinking and talking in Luoyang, while he almost starved to death by the lake in Yunnan.
The good news is - his graduate thesis is called "Research on Wubao Manor and Agricultural Development in the Wei and Jin Dynasties in the Dianchi Basin".
The better news is that in this era, Nanzhong is still practicing slash-and-burn farming, and he has 1,700 years of agricultural knowledge in his mind.
The bad news is that all the land around Dianchi Lake is in the hands of the local surname Cuan. A refugee trying to farm is no different from an ant trying to snatch the meat from an elephant's mouth.
There were five acres of rocky and barren slopes that no one wanted, and everyone laughed at him for being crazy.
He cut the slope into terraces with hoe after hoe, used bamboo pipes to divert water from mountain springs to irrigate the fields step by step, and stuffed compost into the red soil that was so acidic that no grass could grow.
Others could grow two stones per acre in one season, but he could produce four stones.
From the first day when grain grew on the slopes, those who laughed at him shut up, and those who stared at him sharpened their knives.
The big surnames want to steal his land, the governor's office wants to use his people, the old tribe wants to learn his skills, and the down-and-out celebrities from Luoyang want to make a living with him.
Some people are fighting for the world, while others are running for their lives.
He just wants to cultivate his own land.
From five acres to fifty acres, from fifty acres to five hundred acres. Build terraces, build forts, make new tea, smelt iron, open salt wells, and open trade roads.
While the celebrities in Luoyang were chatting about world affairs in the bamboo forest, he was digging up an empire with hoe after hoe on the slope beside Dian Lake.
