When the eighth imperial edict from the Ministry of War to urge food supplies hit the county government office, Mu Wenhe was squatting on the field ridge watering potato sprouts. Before time travel, I had a doctorate in agriculture, but after time travel, I had to be a poor county magistrate - there was only three dollars left in the county's account, and the rats in the granary were so hungry that they were chewing on the wood. The master cried and asked what to do. He took out the blueprint and patted it on the table: "Have you ever seen a steam plow? Have you heard of a water conservancy spinning machine? In one month, I will turn the whole city from starvation into a well-fed craftsman." The edict was still urging, but he quietly stuffed the gun blueprint into the arms of the county magistrate. Three days later, black smoke rose from the top of the city, and the people thought they were going to rebel. Only three words were engraved on the wall: steam engine.
