[Imperial Examination + No Golden Finger + Historical Brainstorming]
Ziyu opened his eyes and was lying on the bullock cart covered with injuries.
There was a sacrifice pit on the roadside, and there were bones at the bottom of the pit. Chonghou's steward rushed into the village: "Bring five people out to sacrifice!"
In the small town of three hundred people, half of the thatched huts collapsed and the granaries were empty. No one believes that this loser can turn around.
Three months later, mountains of grain were piled up. Chonghou didn't believe it, the princes didn't believe it, and even King Wu Ding of Shang didn't believe it.
Until Ziyu beat Chonghou to a fine in the court, Wu Ding summoned him late at night: "Can your farming methods save the merchants in Dayi?"
"Yes."
The nobles scolded him for being disrespectful, and the high priest said that he was deceiving the public with his monstrous words. Ziyu doesn't care, he only wants to do one thing -
Let those who have the ability to eat well, no matter what their origins.
Do you think this is a farming article? No. This is the beginning of one person rewriting three thousand years of history with one exam paper.
