Lin Wanwan, a 21st-century agricultural science PhD, is her advisor's "research machine that never stops" and her students' "experimental plot destroyer."
At three in the morning, after powering through three SCI papers in a single day, she toppled headfirst into the lab's temperature-controlled incubator.
When she woke up, she had become a young widow in Qinghe Village of the Great Liang Dynasty, despised by everyone.
Three leaky thatched huts, two mu of parched, barren land, and a skinny little brother-in-law who looked like a monkey to raise.
The villagers were all waiting to laugh at her. "A useless woman who can't lift a finger, she'll starve to death sooner or later."
Lin Wanwan looked at the wasteland behind her house, and her eyes lit up.
Wasn't this a ready-made experimental plot?
So what if there was no hybrid rice, compound fertilizer, or pesticide?
She had a solution for all of it!
What? The county magistrate wants fresh vegetables? Just wait, I have winter greenhouse technology.
What? The prince wants to improve the army's farmland? No problem, I'll provide a complete service, from crop rotation and intercropping to soil testing and tailored fertilization.
What? The emperor wants to promote high-yield crops? Sure, just approve my research funding first.
Lin Wanwan rolled up her sleeves, ready to make her mark in the ancient world.
But why was that cold-faced prince, who was always scowling and constantly threatening to throw her in jail, always hanging around her experimental plot?
"Lin Wanwan, what kind of weird stuff are you planting now?"
"Your Highness, this is hybrid rice. Be careful not to step on it, you can't afford to pay for it."
"Can't afford it? Then you'll have to repay me with yourself."
Lin Wanwan: "???"
What happened to the cold and aloof prince? Your whole character has fallen apart, hey!
