Old Zhu Prayed to Heaven for Grain, and a Bronze Cauldron Spat Out a Baby

No romance + adorable toddler + girl blessed by fortune + heartwarming + alternate-history Ming Dynasty

A PhD in agricultural science transmigrates, but not as an empress or a palace maid.

Instead, she becomes a chubby, bare-bottomed baby who suddenly pops out of a bronze cauldron decorated with dragon patterns during Zhu Yuanzhang’s ceremony praying to Heaven for a good harvest.

It is the early Hongwu era. Years of drought and locust plagues have left the land ravaged and the roads strewn with corpses. Zhu Yuanzhang has been kneeling in prayer to Heaven for three days without getting up.

Zhu Jinge lets out a baby burp, then slaps the ground with her chubby little hand. And then...

Golden ears of rice burst from the cracks in the altar’s parched stone, growing wildly and instantly filling with heavy grains!

Zhu Yuanzhang: “Heaven has sent our Zhu family the reincarnation of the God of Grain! She is the fortune of the Ming Dynasty!”

No mother? I’ll raise her myself!

No milk? Empress Ma will feed her personally! Anyone who dares complain will have their skin peeled off!

From then on, life in the Ming palace takes a sharp turn:

Crown Prince Zhu Biao stops reviewing memorials and spends every day carrying his little sister around the imperial garden. “Heaven gave us this sister. Whoever makes her cry, I’ll wipe out their entire family.”

Prince of Yan Zhu Di stops training his troops and crouches on the ground folding paper butterflies for his sister. “What rebellion? Forget it, forget it. Making braided cords for my sister is more important.”

More than twenty princes fight over who gets to carry their little sister that day, sending their official hats flying.

All Zhu Jinge wants is to quietly laze around.

But every handful of seeds she scatters yields sweet potatoes that produce a thousand catties per mu. Every patch of earth she happens to step on reveals an iron mine. Even her snores during a nap can bring down a timely rain.

Zhu Jinge: “I just want some milk and a nap. Why are you all kowtowing to a baby?”

Zhu Yuanzhang, to his ministers: “Starting today, the Ming Dynasty will have no prime minister, only a ‘Baby-Soothing Office,’ ranked first grade. I’ll take charge of it myself.”