Lin Ruixian, the youngest researcher at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, woke up and became the daughter of a criminal who was exiled to a bitter cold land in the north.
In front of them were fifty acres of barren saline-alkali land, and behind them were two old servants who struggled to walk. There were only three days of dry food left, half of the roof of the house collapsed, and the local squire was still waiting for her to kneel down and beg for mercy to become his maid.
Everyone thought she was finished.
She rolled up her sleeves, picked up a wooden stick, and drew a drawing of an alkali drainage channel on the ground. The old servant looked at it for a long time and then cautiously suggested: "Miss, should this ghost talisman be burned first?"
A month later, large, juicy radishes grew on the saline-alkali land, with a yield of 800 kilograms per mu, causing a sensation throughout the county.
The squire's eyes nearly popped out.
She grew watermelons sweeter than honey in the north, opened a pickle workshop, set up a woolen mill, and expanded her business to the grasslands. Merchants throughout the North are doubting life: What about the promised hardships in exile? Why was she exiled from the resort?
[Farming + infrastructure + business + cool writing + no CP]
