Agricultural science master's graduate Chu Ning died from a bottle of counterfeit liquor on the very night he landed a job at the Agricultural Bureau.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a newborn in a farming family in an alternate dynasty. His father was disabled, his aunt was about to be sold off, and his five-year-old big brother, hungry himself, told him, “When you grow up, I'll put you through school.”
Looking at the primitive farm tools, he smiled to himself. Farming was his old line of work.
From improving the curved-plow to proposing agricultural policies in the palace exams, from feeding an entire county to filling the empire's granaries.
This top scholar would spend his whole life making sure the people had enough to eat.
