When she woke up, Shen Zhixia, the agricultural academy's rising star and ultimate overachiever, had transmigrated into a peasant girl fleeing famine in ancient times. From the start, she had nothing but a bowl; everything else had to be scavenged. The good news: Her head held a complete set of modern agricultural techniques. From improving soil and crossbreeding crops to pest control and ecological cycles, she knew it all! The bad news: In an ancient world where the average yield was just two hundred pounds per mu, her “knowledge” was about as useful as shamanic dancing.
Villager A: “What? Growing beans can fertilize the soil? That girl must be starving herself stupid!”
Villager B: “What? Fermenting pig manure can make fuel and good fertilizer? Ugh... Keep her away from me!”
Shen Zhixia: “...”
Fine, then. Knowledge changes destiny, and practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.
While everyone else was still praying to the gods for rain, her terraced fields and irrigation ditches had already reached halfway up the mountain. While weeds choked everyone else's fields, her intercropping and crop rotation kept the land productive all year. While others fought over a bite to eat, her greenhouse vegetables were selling for sky-high prices in winter.
Gradually, everyone began looking at her differently.
“Xia, what should I plant in my field?”
“Xia, please take me on as an apprentice!”
Even her cheap brother-in-law, who had started out cold and suspicious of her motives, began quietly following her with a hoe over his shoulder. His ears red, he asked, “Are you... going to clear more land tomorrow?”
Shen Zhixia, construction maniac: Thanks for asking. I'm in ancient times, I've just managed to get everyone enough to eat, and I'm about to lead the whole village to prosperity. Please do not disturb!
**Tags:** transmigrate, farming, construction, food, growth
