[Time travel + big heroine + no CP + survival in lean years + farming + no system]
In the seventh year of the drought, people died of hunger all over the land, and there were not even flies on the dead people.
When Jiang Jianwei opened her eyes, she became a fifteen-year-old orphan who had her water license taken away and was thrown into the ditch to die.
No water, no food, only half a piece of broken pottery in hand.
Fortunately, she could see the vital veins hidden among the soil, water vapor and roots of plants and trees.
When everyone was fighting for the last half of the bowl of water, she grabbed the bowl and poured all the water into the dead soil in front of everyone.
"People are dying of thirst, but you still use water to grow grass?"
Everyone called her crazy.
The next day, the first bit of green appeared in the wasteland that had been cracked for seven years.
The refugees knelt down and cried bitterly, but the people from the water castle surrounded them with knives.
"The earth belongs to the water castle, and you belong to the castle owner. Every grain of grain you grow from now on will belong to the Wu family."
Jiang Jianwei did not kneel.
She took the twenty-seven "waste people" left behind by the water castle and stayed in this undesirable death place.
Broken pottery gathers dew, withered grass nourishes the soil, wild grass fixes the sand, and insects and birds return to the forest.
She cultivated an acre of wasteland to feed a group of abandoned people; she cultivated a river valley so that the river that had been dry for many years could flow again; she cultivated a state's mountains and rivers so that the refugees who were traded as livestock could have their own land for the first time.
This time, what she wants to grow is not just one season of food.
It's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
