A Small-Town Country Girl Farming in Chaotic Times

When Xiao Rui transmigrated into the body of an orphan from a wealthy family in a small county in the Central Plains, it was the eve of the dynasty's collapse.

History books said hers was an age of "crumbling rites and ruined music, with the people starving," but nobody told her...

That "crumbling rites" meant the county magistrate was leading the theft and resale of government grain, and "ruined music" meant bandits preyed on wedding processions.

Meanwhile, the moldy wheat in her family's rice jar rustled as mice gnawed at it.

The foreign cavalry would arrive in ten years?

She had more immediate problems to solve:

How to feed eight people with three dou of old wheat,

how to turn a barren mountain cemetery into a sweet-potato field,

and...

how to stop that penniless scholar who kept sneaking in for steamed buns from drooling on the disaster-relief buns she'd just finished steaming!

Later...

The bandit chief held a knife to her throat and demanded grain, but she recruited him into her guard force with a bowl of hot-and-sour noodles.

A strategist from a poor family laughed that all she knew was farming, then came back holding a sweet potato and begging her to teach him how to grow a bumper crop.

When the iron hooves trampled across the land, everyone in the Central Plains knew:

If you wanted to survive, go to the little girl in the blue headscarf, who stored a million shi of grain and raised an undefeated army, and ask her for a bowl of hot soup.

*The true heroes of a chaotic age hold cooking smoke in their hands, not swords.*

*She has no dragon-slaying skill. All she knows is how to feed the people.*

Blurb uploaded on 2025.2.18

Theme: History books record only the blood of kings and lords; no one knows the smoke rising from my cooking pot.