In the first year of Yuanyou, Yutai County, Shanzhou, East and West Road, Jingxi.
Zhao Shisheng, a master of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, died suddenly in the laboratory. When he woke up, he was lying in a leaky adobe house with only half a bowl of bran porridge, one-third of an acre of thin fields, and a home that was about to expire.
My father's legs were crippled, my mother coughed up blood, and my siblings were skinny and skinny. The elders of the clan laughed at him, the subordinate officials tried to rip him off, and the villagers said that he had lost his mind.
But no one knows that this seventeen-year-old boy has a thousand years of agricultural wisdom in his mind——
Seed soaking in warm soup, drill rotation, green manure retting... Others harvest one stone in one season, but he harvests two stone in one season.
From an acre of thin farmland to a farm shop, from a small county in Shanzhou to the imperial city of Bianjing.
He taught the villagers to farm, helped them start a business, sent his sister to study and learn to read, and pulled the whole family out of the mud with one hand.
But pawnshops were opened across three counties, and grain warehouses were filled with grain. Zhao Shisheng made a decision that no one could understand -
Head north to Bianjing.
In the most prosperous gold-selling cave in the world, there are the most cunning tongues, the shrewdest eyes, the greatest opportunities and the greatest opponents in his life.
How can a peasant family get a foothold in Bianjing?
Let's watch him use one seed to move half of the Song Dynasty.
