On the day Xie Yun became the real daughter of the Hou family, he was exiled three thousand miles by his family.
The fake daughter cried so hard: "Sister, don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame fate."
She took out the knowledge base of a doctor of agriculture with her backhand and fired the first kiln of red bricks in the miasmatic southern wilderness.
While Hou Fu was chewing tree bark in the exile, her hybrid rice yielded 500 kilograms per mu.
Later, the barbarians knocked the pass, and the imperial army retreated steadily.
A woman dressed in coarse cloth climbed onto the city wall, with three thousand heavily armored cavalry standing behind her——
"I just wanted to farm, but you forced me to rebel."
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Purpose: Xie Yun uses modern agricultural knowledge to survive and develop in the penal colony and maintain the arc of growth