Jiang Wanzhou, a doctor of agriculture and a researcher at the national seed bank, woke up and became a small refugee on the road to escape the desert in ancient times. Good news: She's alive. Bad news: My parents were so hungry that their faces were emaciated, my younger siblings were so hungry that they were crying, and all the family owned was a clay pot with a cracked mouth. Jiang Wanzhou's DNA moved when he looked at the wild vegetables that no one knew existed all over the mountains and plains, and at the ancient crops with low yields and single varieties. This simply put her, an agricultural student, in heaven! No cheat code? Unnecessary! Her professional knowledge is the strongest plug-in! While others were nibbling on tree bark, she led the whole family to identify highly nutritious wild vegetables and eat "vegetable salads"; while others prayed to gods and Buddhas for rain, she observed the terrain, dug canals to divert water, and developed primitive drip irrigation technology; while others were still planting extensively and yielding little harvest, she had already begun to think about cross-breeding, making farmyard manure, and engaging in crop rotation. From a small refugee, to a farmer who owns his own land, to a well-known agricultural expert. Accidentally, the barren wasteland was planted into the enviable city of Jiangnan. Looking at the mountains of grain piled up in the granary and the rosy faces of his younger siblings, Jiang Wanzhou put his hands on his hips: Who said women are inferior to men, and who said farming has no future? I want to plant a peaceful and prosperous age in this ancient time! Little Theater: At first, the hunter next door who always silently handed her tools when she was "inventing" just thought this little girl was interesting. Later, when he saw her standing on the ridge of the field, planning next year's harvest with bright eyes, he felt that he had seen light. Jiang Wanzhou: "Hey,
