Transmigrated as a Poor Little Soul Who Couldn't Afford Food in Ancient Times

★★ As the youngest professor at the Agricultural University, Jian Pu not only leads a national-level research project, but is also broad-shouldered, long-legged, and handsome. The students in the College of Agriculture were all won over by his looks and talent. Who could have guessed that the living Bodhisattva they admired was actually the living King of Hell? One day, while the students sweated and struggled to harvest wheat under a blazing sun of thirty-five or thirty-six degrees, Professor Jian lounged in the shade outside the test fields, supervising them. When he spotted students slacking off, the King of Hell smiled like an angel and beckoned them over, luring them close so he could give them a thorough dressing-down. "It's only because we live in an age of plenty that you have the chance to slack off. If you were sent back to ancient times, the first people to starve would be you agricultural students who can't even figure out how to harvest wheat." Someone muttered, "A place like ancient times is beyond even the gods' help. Even if you went there, Professor, you'd starve to death too." Professor Jian sneered. "Nonsense! The gods can't help because they don't understand agriculture." That very night, a god who knew nothing about agriculture sent him to ancient times. Professor Jian: "Damn, you actually did it." When Professor Jian opened his eyes, he had become a pitiful, impoverished young man in ancient times. His body was so thin and weak that a gust of wind could knock him over. Looking down, he saw a student who had transmigrated with him clutching his skinny leg and sobbing, "Professor, I'm hungry." To fill their stomachs and save the College of Agriculture's reputation, Professor Jian started over from scratch. He took his hapless student and returned to their old line of work, vigorously developing scientific agriculture in ancient times. Increasing crop yields, growing fruits and vegetables in greenhouses, introducing foreign varieties... Innovating recipes, sharing knowledge, developing education: they got it all going! Before long, Professor Jian was thriving. The richest merchant in Jiangnan treated him as an honored guest. A famed general treated him like a sworn brother. The powerful chief grand secretary of the cabinet shared drinks and laughter with him. Even the young emperor, rumored to be moody and volatile, doted on him. He kept Professor Jian at his side all day long, taking him everywhere and sharing his bed and meals. Before long, countless popular folk tales spread across the land, telling the legend of a commoner who rose to become the emperor's favored courtier. Everyone looked up to him as a role model. The hapless student said proudly, "I'm the emperor's favorite courtier's beloved student." "Favorite courtier, my ass!" Professor Jian said, his back aching and his legs weak, his handsome face cold. "Whoever wants the job can have it. I'm done." Theme: Hoeing grain beneath the midday sun, sweat dripping onto the earth.