Mia, who was photographed by a mudslide during a farm internship at the 21st Century Agricultural College, was transported to the British border in the 16th century and became the female city owner of a certain land near the sea.
Good news: it has a fiefdom and is close to the sea.
Bad news: The fiefdom only consists of a ruined stone fortress, a dozen hungry tenant farmers chewing tree bark, and a large area of salt-alkali land where nothing but sea breeze grows. It turned out that her mother's status as the sole child allowed the queen to be exempted from taxes.
Mia stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the blue sea at her feet, the green hills in the distance, and the gray-white salt-alkali land at her feet. The corner of her mouth curled up slightly—the four years of studying in the Agricultural College were not in vain.
At the beginning of spring, she rolled up her sleeves:
· When the tide is low, we take the tenant farmers to the sea to dig clams, pick oysters, and fish for kelp. That night, we set up a stone grill to grill seafood with garlic sauce, and the aroma wafts out from two miles away.
· Open up wasteland on the hillside, use seaweed and plant ash compost to improve the saline-alkali soil, plant salt-tolerant potatoes and beets, and plant rosemary and thyme all over the slope.
· I circled a shoal on the beach and tried to cultivate oysters and seaweed, and they actually survived.
Purpose: Prosperity, Democracy and Love for Farmers