Escape from Famine in Ancient Times: Farm Your Own Land in Space on a Full Moon Night

Cheng Heng, who graduated from medical school and worked as a community animal in the street, died suddenly while working overtime. When she opened her eyes again, she became the youngest daughter of the Cheng family in Luoyan Village of the Dayan Dynasty. Good news: She has two golden fingers. Bad news: There are limits. [Photographic memory] - The videos I watched for more than 20 years, the popular science I glanced at, and the knowledge I accidentally saw are all engraved in my mind. From wound dressing to identification of wild vegetables, from composting techniques to simple water purification, just open your mouth. [Full Moon Space] - On the fifteenth day of every month, the space opens. Only one kind grows at a time, and only ten of each kind grow, and it must be something she has seen growing in the ground. The theory is as strong as a tiger, but the practice is as weak as a dog. So Cheng Heng's operation became - relying on the knowledge in his memory to identify herbs, find wild vegetables, and rescue the wounded; on a full moon night, he went into space and planted things he had "seen", ten at a time, one kind a month. On the way to escape famine, when others were hungry, she planted rice on a full moon night. While others are cold, she grows cotton in her space. The space is in her hands, and the road follows her. On the way, I was picked up by a young man. He doesn't talk much, but he is very hands-on. She explained the principle and he did it. She told her the recipe and he tried it out. While others were wandering around in troubled times, she relied on her brains, and he relied on his skills and space to maintain a stable life in the mountains. The young man was not good at words, but on every full moon night, he would silently wait outside the space, waiting for her to come out. Heat slowly. Farming. The water flows slowly. There is ample time.