From a Soldier in the Border Army to the Great Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty

[Time travel + fictional history + imagination + passion + single female protagonist without a flower vase + no post official + intrigues] Traveling through Bian County to recruit soldiers, they were besieged by Hu Qi at the beginning, and they were about to be defeated - wait, there is an acre of spiritual land hidden in the ancient jade handed down from ancestors? Farming speeds up, and spring water heals wounds. A thousand kilograms of corn can be produced per acre, and you will no longer be hungry; with the memory of your fighting spirit, you can learn martial arts by defeating generals, and you will no longer be a weakling. But how can life at the border be so easy? Food and grass were robbed, soldiers and armor were uneven, superiors were ostracizing them, and barbarians went south year after year. Fortunately, I have a modern brain! Conferring military merits to the fields, morale soared; teaching martial arts and training soldiers, forging an iron army; strengthening the walls and clearing the fields, killing Hu Qi and crying for his father and mother. Starting from a broken military stronghold in Baishi, to regaining northern Xinjiang, and then competing in the Central Plains. While others were still fighting for territory, I had already fed the people; while the heroes were still fighting among themselves, my cavalry had already leveled the grassland. This is not a Machiavellian story, but a story about an ordinary person who used food, grass and systems to create the world. Farming, raising troops, fighting wars, proclaiming emperor - it's fun to fill it up and read it all in one go! In a sentence: Others rely on the support of the people to win the world, but I rely on the granary.