On the day when Maisui came to Beijing to take the exam, all the chickens in the village came to see her off - but she had no choice but to stew the rooster who crows best in the village and used it as dry food. As a peasant girl whose ancestors had been digging in the soil for eighteen generations, her life goals were simple: pass the exam for the newly opened "Agricultural Science" offered by the imperial court, become a minor official, make money, and go home to build a big house for her parents. However, Jingcheng was a little different from what she thought. The scholars here are industrious and do not distinguish between grains and grains. They can recite "Do not violate the farming season" by heart, but they cannot distinguish wheat seedlings from leeks. There was a severe drought, and the Minister of Hubu took the lead in praying for rain. The civil and military officials in the court were helpless. Maisui put his hands in his hands and beeped softly: "What's the use of praying for rain at this time? Hurry up and dig canals to divert water and build barrel trucks..." The voice was not loud, but it was heard by the young master Xie Zhiyan who was passing by. The legendary Taifu in the capital, who was glorious and unworldly, looked at her as if he were looking at some rare treasure. Xie Zhiyan: "What is a bobbin cart? How to open a canal in the most labor-saving way? Explain in detail." Maisui: "..." Just say it, who is afraid of whom! She can talk about everything from composting to breeding, from site selection to irrigation, ensuring that this adult understands everything clearly. From then on, Mai Sui's career as an official went completely off track. Not only did she have to give agricultural lessons to the prince, but she was also dragged into "long late-night conversations" by the prince every day. Ministry of Household Affairs: "Master Mai, there is a locust plague in the south. What should we do?" Ministry of Works: "Master Mai, there is a frost in the north. Is there any countermeasures?" Emperor: "Mai Aiqing, I want to grow some fresh vegetables in my imperial garden. Can you give me a plan?" Mai Sui's eyes darkened and he hugged his job tightly: I am just a small eighth-rank official.
