Furious, I Transmigrated to Ancient Times to Farm Scientifically

[The blurb for my next book, Inferior Summer, is at the very bottom]

Lin Xi was a modern agricultural science graduate student, admired by her classmates and favored by her professors.

She never imagined she would die by tripping while chasing after a sheep that was sneaking bites of her "homework."

When she opened her eyes again, she had unexpectedly transmigrated into a skinny little girl in ancient times. Her mother was bedridden, and her father had died in an accident.

The government relief grain was no better than pig feed. In the bitter winter, every household was unsure where its next meal would come from.

After years of studying agriculture, Lin Xi's instincts kicked in. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

Too cold to grow vegetables in winter?

She chopped wood for fuel and put an empty house to good use, setting up a simple greenhouse.

Too many refugees, with everyone living off dwindling supplies?

She reclaimed wasteland and built a livestock farm, trading labor for food and establishing an agricultural industry park.

Some people laughed at her for being foolish and meddling in other people's business.

Lin Xi still remembered what her professor had said in their very first class: "Agriculture is a matter of vital importance to the people."

On her way home from gathering firewood, Lin Xi picked up a handsome man with a remarkable background. She "used his debt of gratitude to manipulate him, setting one trap after another."

At the time, all she wanted was to survive, and to live well.

Everyone in Liushui Village knew that a little "bride" had appeared at the Lin family's side, following Lin Xi around every day. The young man was soft-skinned and clumsy, and only an inexperienced girl like Lin Xi would be interested in him.

Their meeting began with ulterior motives, and Lin Xi never dared to fall for him.

One day, Wei Zhiyao disappeared.

After Wei Zhiyao left without a word, Lin Xi carried on with her life, farming and raising piglets.

She wasn't heartbroken. She simply raised one piglet after another, and named every single one "Wei Zhiyao."

--- The blurb for my new book begins below ---

No one knew that Jiang Shijin, who had won all three major acting awards at a young age, had once experienced a love that left a deep, lasting mark on her.

That relationship had hurt her so badly that, many years later, she still couldn't let it go.

Jiang Shijin downed one glass of icy liquor after another. The clear liquid ran down her chin and beneath her collar.

"Stop drinking, Shijin. Your stomach is in bad shape."

Jiang Shijin sneered. The flush at the corners of her eyes, brought on by the alcohol, made her look utterly captivating.

"What's it to you?"

Jiang Shijin pressed her slender index finger disdainfully against Ji Peian's chest.

"Wasn't that what you said? What does it matter to you, Ji Peian, what I, Jiang Shijin, do?"

Ji Peian reverently took Jiang Shijin's hand and pressed it to his forehead.

"Please..."

The two people who seemed to have nothing in common were once the most famous model couple at the drama academy.

One was a gifted acting student with a brilliant future ahead of her. The other was an aloof prodigy in dramatic literature, more famous for his looks than his talent.

They were together for years, but their relationship ended in tragedy, leaving everyone to sigh over their fate.

On a midsummer afternoon, Jiang Shijin tried again and again to hold on to the hand Ji Peian had let go.

"Ji Peian, you said you'd never abandon me."

"Jiang Shijin, I loved you then. I don't love you now."

That summer trapped them both in its grasp.

Five years later, Jiang Shijin saw that familiar figure again.

The image of the person who had abandoned her without hesitation had haunted her like a nightmare, accompanying her from obscurity to one award after another, and finally to becoming a winner of all three major acting awards.

This time, she would make her prey walk willingly into the trap and end the nightmare with her own hands.

For five years, Ji Peian had often confessed his sins to God.

This time, he bared his neck to the blade, willing to die.

As the wheel of fate turned quietly,

the same question was put to Ji Peian once more.

Jiang Shijin stood by, waiting for fate's final judgment.

"Ji Peian, what will you choose this time?"

Theme: Rural revitalization, poverty alleviation and prosperity