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Chen Da Niu, twenty-three years old, was born as a refugee and had been lame and begging for food for three years. In the last years of the dynasty, there was war and famine, and nine out of ten houses were empty. She survived by chewing tree bark. I woke up from a dream one night, and wherever I stepped on it, the scorched earth turned into fertile farmland, and the yield per acre was thousands of pounds! Helpless? She grew waves of wheat and fed hundreds of refugees. The government forced surrender? She established the city as a king, hammered down the walls with hoes, and built seven farms by herself. Horse thieves are coming? She cultivated the fields step by step, formed an array of golden wheat, and seized the stronghold. Are the Tatar cavalry pressing into the border? She sows the seeds like a field of soldiers, and the waves of wheat roll up to kill the enemy troops. You have no land, but you have a blessed land; you don't rely on men, you rise all by yourself! A cool article about a strong woman in infrastructure construction, let's see how she cultivates a country thousands of miles away!