Dressed as the son of an exiled criminal, he woke up in a prison car.
Surrounded by the old, weak, sick and disabled, local powerful people are waiting to be exterminated, and officials use them as political achievements.
Shen Mo originally wanted to lead this group of people to survive - clearing wasteland, planting land, and building canals, and they would be able to survive.
Until he found the purple wildflowers on the hillside.
This thing is called alfalfa.
A war horse that is fed can travel thousands of miles a day without losing weight.
The war in the north was intense, and the imperial court was looking for this kind of grass all over the world.
Overnight, Shen Mo's place of exile became a favorite - the county magistrate wanted it, the powerful wanted to rob it, the general wanted to buy it, and the prince wanted to see it.
But he is just the son of a guilty minister and is not qualified to stand in court.
It doesn't matter.
He makes those who deserve to be rich get rich, those who deserve to perform meritorious deeds perform meritorious service, and those who deserve to be in high position achieve high status.
As long as in the end, it's him who has the final say.
Later, someone asked in the court: Who is the person who planted the military horse grass?
The prince smiled:
"He is farming in the exile colony."
