Shen Ruitang hugged her daughter Shen Chen and knelt in front of her parents. The three acres of paddy field were the lifeblood left by her late husband. Her mother, Liu Sanniang, rolled her eyes: "You are a widow with an oil bottle, what do you want from the fields? Marry your brother a wife!" Shen Chen hugged her mother's neck tightly and whispered: "Mom, we will plant our own crops, Shen Chen knows how to hoe." Shen Ruitang gritted his teeth and stood up. She knew that in this world, a widow could not establish a household and had to accept her fate if her property was taken away. But she is different - she has thousands of years of farming and business knowledge in her mind. Starting from an acre of waste land on the river beach, fertilizing, rotating crops, and selecting seeds. Others laughed at her for planting weeds, but she turned wasteland into fertile land. When vegetables are on the market, they are cheap; she pickles them into pickles and sells them doubled in winter. Grain merchants lowered prices, so she teamed up with small farmers to stock up on grain and opened her own mill. Just as he was about to buy back the three acres of land, a heavy rain broke down the dike. Mother-in-law Zhou of Yaxing took the opportunity to raise the price, and her brothers blocked the door and asked for money. Her daughter Shen Chen held a half bowl of water: "Mom, drink water, Shen Shen is not hungry." Shen Ruitang hugged her daughter tightly. At night, a man in a blue shirt knocked on her door - Liang Bo'an, the steward of the Marquis Mansion in the capital, handed over a contract: "Ms. Shen, the Marquis wants you to plant an acre of 'fairy rice'."
