After waking up, agricultural science PhD Jiang Zhi found herself in the body of a little farm girl fleeing famine in ancient times. The good news: her mind held an entire modern agricultural knowledge base. She knew everything from crop breeding and soil improvement to pest control and food processing! The bad news: her family had nothing. Her father was dead, her mother was frail, her younger siblings were crying with hunger, and all she had was a handful of dirt. Their land had only three blades of grass. The neighbors looked at her like she was an idiot, convinced that the girl had studied herself silly and was always messing around with useless things.
While everyone else was fighting over a bite to eat, Jiang Zhi quietly said, “Mother, mix plant ash with human and animal waste and let it ferment. It's called ‘farmyard manure,’ and it's as fertile as gold!” “Little brother, you can't eat these red-skinned wild fruits, but you can eat their roots. We'll call them ‘potatoes.’ A thousand jin per mu is no dream!” “Everyone, listen up! Locusts are flying protein. Deep-fry them and they're deliciously crunchy. The kids next door will be begging for some!”
At first, the villagers thought, “Has the eldest Jiang daughter gone mad with hunger? Every day she's fiddling with dirt and smelly stuff.”
Later, they were won over. Following Jiang, even those without land cleared wasteland to farm. Whatever they planted flourished, and every animal they raised filled the pens.
A poor village so desolate that not even birds would poop there became a renowned land of abundance, famous far and wide for its fish and rice.
One day, a handsome scholar traveling incognito stopped by and stared at the “Five-Year Agricultural Development Plan” in her hands, lost in thought.
The scholar said, “Miss, your slogan, ‘Scientific farming, a thriving nation,’ speaks of a talent capable of governing the world.”
Jiang Zhi wiped the sweat from her brow and hefted her hoe. “It's nothing, just the basics. Hey, scholar, don't just stand there watching…”