[A farm student who cares about farming, a sweet girl who plays straight ball, and turns into an industrial empress
×Xun Xun Mi Mi is obsessed with making amends and is directly connected to the senior classmate who transformed into a farmer's husband
The experimental seedlings that she had worked hard to raise for more than a year were damaged by her senior's homework. After she failed the exam, Fu Yu cried all day long and couldn't help complaining to her mother: "The fields at home are easier to take care of than this." As a result, when she woke up, she found herself in a huge palace.
Fu Yu: "? Is it a prank on campus?"
The minister below held an elephant in his hand and said in a sad voice: "Many areas in the south have been flooded for months. The water cannot be drained out. Most of the harvest has been lost. The people are in dire straits. I beg your majesty to open the treasury and save your people!"
Fu Yu, who was sitting in the upper position and lowered her head to touch the dragon pattern on her body, was immersed in the shock of suddenly becoming an emperor. Her eyes lit up when she heard this: "Farming? I'm good at this!"
The scale of Nanluo was more serious than she imagined. All low-lying houses were flooded. Looking into the distance, only a sharp tip is exposed on the short hillside, like an isolated safety island in the rushing water.
After arranging a group of people to divert the flood, Fu Yu stood on the head of the field and subconsciously grabbed a small handful of mud and put it in the palm of her hand to examine it carefully. When the guard next to her saw this and wanted to stop her, she heard her saying to herself: "The particle size is a bit small, but the water retention rate is good. This soil is suitable for raising fish in ponds!"
Guards: "?"
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Every farmer in the field was busy, and she noticed a figure who was working extremely hard. Not only because he worked faster than ordinary people, but also because Fu Yu always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity when she looked at him.
"You, turn around."
The man turned around slowly, and the eunuchs who followed him retreated back to the ridge with interest, leaving her and Wen Yanqing to stare in the field.
…Finally I know where this damn familiarity comes from.
Fu Yu yelled at the system crazily in her heart: "Why did he come through too?"
There was a rare hint of confusion in the cold mechanical voice of the system that had not changed for thousands of years: "No other contemporaries other than the host have been found during this time travel. The host must have made a mistake."
Wen Yanqing saw her glaring at him angrily and not saying anything, so he thought she was still angry, so he scratched his head in embarrassment: "How about I use Peipei to make amends to you?"
Seeing him take out a small fragrant pig from his body like magic, Fu Yu recognized it at a glance as the culprit who destroyed her experimental seedlings. This time I was even more devastated: What do you mean you brought your pig here?
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Fu Yu was reviewing reports from various places in the house, silently calculating in her mind how many seeds she should redeem from the system mall this time, when there was a knock on the door, it was Konoe Yunlan.
"What's the matter?" Fu Yu asked.
"The important ministers in the court said that the flood disaster in the south has been almost controlled, and they have jointly submitted a letter to Your Majesty to expand the harem as soon as possible and breed the emperor's heirs." Yun Lan handed over a bamboo slip with his name written on it.
Fu Yu had a headache: "These old guys..." Why are they forced to get married no matter in ancient times or in modern times?
She took the bamboo slip, threw it into the pile of memorials without looking at it, and buried her head in the report form again: "Don't bother me with this kind of thing next time."
"Yes." Yun Lan respectfully stepped back. I don't know if it was her imagination, but she seemed to hear Yunlan talking to someone outside the house.
At night
The crisp aroma was messed up by the ambiguous atmosphere. The man's eyes were slightly red, and the slightly sinking tail notes seemed to be telling endless grievances:
"Xiaoyu, can't you give me a title?"
Shuangjie 1v1
Purpose: Let the people have enough to eat!
