I traveled through time to become a farmer in the Liang Dynasty, and the system gave me two bags of modern hybrid seeds—millet and wheat.
At the same time, a curse is attached: [For every 10% increase in production, one person will die randomly within ten miles.
The traveler next door became the county magistrate's son-in-law by growing potatoes, and enjoyed great success.
And I sow all the seeds on the ancestral grave of my enemy, the former county magistrate Zhao Shirong who forced my whole family to death.
Three months later, eighty-seven people in the Zhao family died suddenly, causing panic in the whole city.
Only I know that the next person to die may be the maid who once gave me steamed buns.
The next one may be the girl kneeling on the edge of the field begging me for disaster relief.
And her father is on the list.
