I Grow Grasslands in Saibei (Transmigrate)

[Coming soon: Sorry, I'm Out in the Fields. A business student transmigrates into the cannon-fodder bride and uses her business acumen to rewrite her fate in the north!]

Lian Yu is from Inner Mongolia, but she can't ride a horse and has never stayed in a yurt.

After struggling through a master's degree in forestry, she transmigrates one day, with all her knowledge suddenly useless.

Things go from bad to worse when, for no apparent reason, she's sent into exile in the north.

She thinks dying in the north would at least mean her soul returns to her homeland, but then, for no apparent reason, things start looking up!

She's run into bandits!

Their leader, Darihan, calls himself a righteous bandit, freeing convicted criminals.

Sand fills the sky. She is unarmed and starving. What good is freedom?

Lian Yu is desperate to die. "What a grand excuse! There's not a soul for miles around. How is this any different from just killing us?"

But the Mongolian saber at her neck, wielded by Darihan, doesn't come down. Instead, he asks, "Four years of natural disasters, and my hundred-odd people have nowhere to go. You call my words a grand excuse, so tell me, what would you do?"

She hasn't heard such a thick Inner Mongolian accent in twenty years. Hearing him ask, "What would you do?" almost brings tears to Lian Yu's eyes.

The wind sweeps across the desolate land. Behind her are the pitiful women and children in exile.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Lian Yu speaks up, not just for herself but for those unfortunate people too. "I have a way."

Darihan: "What would a Han woman know?"

Lian Yu blurts out, "Hohhot."

The man on horseback pauses. "You know Mongolian?"

Not at all.

Both in this life and her last, she was Han. Hohhot was where she was registered in her previous life.

At this point, Lian Yu can only hold her head high and bluff. "I can turn this wasteland into a Hohhot, a Blue City."

White yurts, yellow sand, a sky as dark as ink.

After moving into a yurt plastered with cow dung and starting her farming life, Lian Yu frets: Where is she supposed to get a Blue City?

1. She's out in the fields as soon as she opens her eyes each day. He's occasionally a little temperamental, but knows how to see the big picture. Two peonies.

2. An old farmer with a golden finger, but not an overpowered one, and a tagalong taiji who gives his full support. Let's farm!

3. The heroine will build her own "hometown" here.

The Prince Wants to Divorce His Old Flower Farmer? (Transmigrated into a Book)

Rong Wen transmigrates into a book as a cannon-fodder bride, and wants to change her fate with her own cleverness.

Good news: She changes it, and doesn't die in Chapter Two.

Bad news: It gets worse. In Chapter Two, the prince banishes her to the north to make room for the original story's white moonlight!

Upon arriving in this land where Mongol and Han cultures meet, Rong Wen finds herself with a huge, long-abandoned garden.

But it is, after all, the prince's fief, so she has enough to eat and wear.

Should she just lie flat and wait to die here?

Rong Wen isn't the sort to accept her fate so easily. If the heavens had not given us Rong Wen, flower tea from the north would have languished in darkness for all eternity. She's come to the north today for just three things: grow flowers, sell tea, and make a fortune!

A refreshing, heat-clearing tea called "Heart-to-Heart Golden Lotus Tea" suddenly takes the capital by storm. It comes from the north and targets the mid-to-high-end market.

The packaging is simple yet distinctive: wrapped in sheepskin and tied with a grass cord, with a bright yellow flower tied on the outside as its most striking feature, letting everyone see the ingredients at a glance.

It even has a catchy, easy-to-understand slogan that spreads far and wide: "Buy with joy, drink with peace of mind."

Her dowry maid looks clueless. "What kind of root?"

Rong Wen waves a hand. "You don't need to know what it is. Just tell the staff to explain it to every customer who comes in."

Even with her master's degree in business, she can't explain the importance of a good slogan in building a brand image to a maid who was born and raised in ancient times by using "We're happy to have you" as an example.

The little maid obeys every order from this business genius of a princess consort, who runs her northern operations from afar while controlling shops and teahouses in the capital. But she still worries about one thing. "Miss, what if Young Master Meng sees a profit to be made and starts growing it himself?"

Rong Wen pauses at that. First, she smiles and shakes her head. Then she lowers her gaze and looks up again, saying something no one can understand:

"It's time to give these simple-minded ancients a taste of the shock and awe of predatory bidding and monopolizing the market."

Besides, who isn't someone's white moonlight?

Letters often arrive from the capital, and Rong Wen's replies are always remarkably similar:

Your wicked brother-in-law wants me to join his household battle? Sorry, I'm out in the fields.

Your white moonlight is thousands of miles away, and you still flaunt your love? Sorry, I'm out in the fields.

My vicious birth father wants to cancel the substitute marriage and summon me back? Sorry, I'm out in the fields.

Until one day, she receives a letter from Prince Chen, the man who left her in this desolate place. He says he wants to divorce her and make room for his white moonlight.

After thinking it over, Rong Wen has just one question:

So, can I keep farming this land?

Theme: People of every ethnic group joining hearts and hands as we enter a magnificent new era