Shu Qinghe, a prospective graduate of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, stepped on the air and transformed into a small peasant girl who was about to starve to death on her way to escape from the wilderness in ancient times. The beginning is hell mode: parents starve to death, younger siblings are young, and the whole village is sallow and skinny, and they can only survive by chewing Guanyin soil on tree bark. Shu Qinghe: "..." It matched up professionally, but not completely. Fortunately, she found a bag of something called "ghost taro" by the villagers while digging in the mountains. The most knowledgeable old scholar in the village shook his head: "This thing is poisonous. It has not been recorded in ancient books, so you must not eat it!" The loudmouthed Aunt Wang next door looked disgusted: "If you eat this thing, your ancestors will not be able to live in peace underground!" Shu Qinghe hugged the bag of potatoes, his eyes shining: "Everyone, listen to my advice, this thing has a yield of three thousand kilograms per mu, technology changes destiny!" Villagers:? The girl was so hungry that she started talking nonsense. No one believed her, so she took her younger siblings and secretly planted seeds on the barren sandy land at the entrance of the village where no one wanted them. If there was no fertilizer, she would compost and burn plant ashes; if there were no tools, she would grind stones and sticks to dig. While everyone was waiting to see her family's joke, the potatoes dug out of the ground piled up into a hill. When the first bite of soft roasted potatoes and the first bowl of fragrant potato stew conquered the stomachs of the whole village. Villagers: It smells so good! Qinghe girl, please take me with you! I also want to plant this in my three acres of thin farmland! Later, Shuqinghe not only led the whole village to grow potatoes and sweet potatoes, but also engaged in breeding, promotion, and deep processing, taking the small potato seedling business to the world. A certain arrogant little county magistrate, who initially dismissed her "witchcraft", quietly blushed while chewing on the French fries in his hand:
