From the Start, I Pick a God of Slaughter as My Bodyguard and Become King at the Frontier with Hybrid Wheat

I was a modern agricultural science PhD who transmigrated into the body of a criminal slave exiled to the border. To survive, I had to pick a man from among the rough-and-ready military households. Everyone else tried their hardest to flirt and pose, crowding around mild-mannered men who looked easy to control. I headed straight for the fiercest man there, a hundred-household commander named Chen Hao, who had killed before and seen blood. He gave me a cold sidelong look. "I can't afford to keep freeloaders. Get lost." I smiled calmly. "You don't have to keep me. I know how to breed crops and store grain. I'll make sure you have enough to eat at every meal!" "You've got a blade and the skills to use it. Keep me safe, and we'll have a fair deal." No one took me seriously. They thought I was just a criminal slave talking nonsense. Six months later, enemy forces pressed in, famine swept the borderlands, and corpses littered the ground. He pried open my