Mu Ci traveled through the Tang Dynasty and was sent to a place of exile as a county magistrate at the beginning. What greeted him was a dilapidated city full of starvation and death, plus a reminder from the imperial court that "it will not be destroyed for three years. Come and see me with your head raised." Unexpectedly, he backhand bound the [Dynasty Farming] system, and his mind was full of blueprints for hybrid rice, terraced land reclamation and infrastructure madness. When everyone was waiting to see him starve to death, he allowed one acre of land to produce two thousand kilograms of grain and built a prosperous city in half a year. Yun Dong, the powerful man in the court, wants to pick peaches? Mu Ci slowly sharpened his knife: My city is a fully automatic rebellion. Who dares to reach out?
