My name is Song Qinghe. I was transported into the body of a girl from a farming family in ancient times, and the moment I opened my eyes, my aunt was forcing me to marry into the Shen family in place of my cousin, to bring good fortune to the sickly groom. The whole village expected me to become a widow. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, using modern farming techniques to grow bumper rice crops in saline soil. I traded pickle recipes for silver and dug irrigation canals during a famine, saving three villages. Then Shen Yanqing was suddenly wanted by the imperial court. It turned out he was the son of a wrongfully accused general, secretly passing border intelligence to his father's former troops. I kept farming while covering for him, but powerful officials at court set their sights on my granaries, hoping to cut off supplies to the frontier army. I led the villagers to present our grain before the emperor and exposed the Revenue Minister's embezzlement, showing how he had passed off inferior goods as quality supplies. While the court officials mocked me as a country bumpkin, Shen Yanqing dragged his ailing body before the throne and begged for an imperial marriage decree. The woman he wanted to marry was a first-rank titled lady.
