Shen Sui, a master of agriculture, opened her eyes and became the sick little daughter-in-law of the Orion family.
The husband is taciturn, the family is destitute, and the whole village is waiting to see how long the marriage will last.
Shen Sui said nothing.
She squatted in front of the compacted vegetable patch behind the house and pinched a handful of soil.
The soil is acidified, deficient in nitrogen, and has less than 2% organic matter.
——Farming, she is professional.
In the first year, she revitalized three vegetable plots with compost.
The next year, she used hybrid wheat to give the whole village a bumper harvest.
In the third year, there was a severe drought, and there was no harvest for hundreds of miles - only the wheat in Qingshui Village survived.
The county magistrate knelt on the ridge of the field, holding a handful of wheat ears and asked her: "Ms. Shen, from whom did you learn this skill?"
Before she could speak, the Orion behind her, who never spoke, blocked everyone's gaze for her:
"She is my wife. If you have anything to say, ask me."
