In the winter of the ninth year of Wude, just after the Weishui Alliance, Xie Heng, who was still doing urban planning in modern times two months ago, landed in the wilderness of Baqiao carrying a black mountaineering bag. There was no household registration, no road signs, only a lighter that was almost out of gas, a folding knife, a scribbled notebook, three kilograms of seed potatoes, and one kilogram of corn seeds. He just wanted to use the false identity of a branch of the Xie family in Chen County to find a piece of land in the Tang Dynasty to farm and survive.
But he has seen post-disaster reconstruction and epidemic prevention systems. He has seen refugees starving to death, plagues spreading, wealthy families hoarding food, and courts running idle. Therefore, from horseshoes and double stirrups to potatoes, corn, cement, drainage, and epidemic prevention, he repeatedly sent things that could "live people" into this scarred early Tang Dynasty. Every time he accomplished something practical, Li Shimin wanted to reward him more; every time he refused a reward, the family wanted to get rid of him more. Others are fighting for official positions, but he is fighting to keep food prices down, to keep the dams in check, and to let the people live longer.
When everyone in the court thought that he had a bigger plan, he just didn't want anything. But precisely because he didn't want anything, his words were more serious than the prime minister's. After being rejected five times, Li Shimin, who visited late at night, finally asked him: What do you want? Xie Heng only asked for thirty acres of land by the Wei River to grow melons next year. But this time, the entire Tang Dynasty would no longer regard him as just a farmer.
