After transmigrating as a peasant girl in ancient times, Yao Buhui discovered a very serious problem.
There was too little land and too much to plant. There was no room for it all.
The radishes had to go in, the seedlings had to go in, and the posts had to go in too.
The landlord next door even insisted on sticking his nose into her land.
Yao Buhui put up with it for a long while, then finally grabbed her hoe:
"Stop planting! There's really no room left in the field!"
Other people farm through hard work. She farms with three brains.
Her deranged personality handles the craziness: selling farm tools at the coffin shop, with a focus on getting promoted and getting rich.
Her calculating personality handles the money: swindling grain merchants today, taking over the guild tomorrow. Once her abacus starts clicking, someone ends up bankrupt.
Her violent personality is even simpler:
Can't figure out the accounts?
Then we'll plant them in the ground.
From one miserable plot of land to the greatest farmstead in the world.
From the village's despised jinx to someone who makes merchant guilds shut their doors, county magistrates break into a sweat, and even the emperor take a detour to avoid her.
Yao Buhui has only one rule
You can plant things in my land.
But I call the shots.
