Agricultural scientist Ma Ya died in another late night of overtime work, and when she woke up, she became a peasant girl on a remote planet in the interstellar era.
The average life expectancy here is more than two hundred years old, and the fleet cruises the stars and the sea, but all she has is barren land and a house of old agricultural machinery that is almost scrapped.
No one believed that anything could be grown on this piece of red soil—until Malt used twenty-first-century soil improvement methods to make it grow its first green seedlings.
Later, Pei Xingye, the youngest general in the empire, was forced to land in her field due to a battleship.
At that time, Mai Ya was squatting in the field digging potatoes. When she looked up in disgrace, she saw a female officer smelling of gunpowder smoke trampling three rows of her tomato seedlings.
"Compensate." Ma Ya said.
Pei Xingye lowered his head and looked at his feet, then looked at the farmer in front of him who dared to demand compensation from her, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you know who I am?"
"No matter who it is," Mai Ya patted the dirt on his hands, "if he steps on something, he will have to pay for it."
The stars in the sky fell on the newly rejuvenated land. One was an interstellar general who came uninvited, and the other was a lonely soul from another world. No one thought that this compensation would last a lifetime.
I feel a desire to see it