Farming in the Classic of Mountains and Seas

After she transmigrates into the prehistoric world, meteorites crash down, strange beasts run rampant, and poisonous insects swarm. There’s no food and no tools, but no problem. Mu Nansheng has copied an entire museum, so she can draw anything she needs. And the seeds brought by an alien spacecraft can grow divine crops capable of feeding billions. She’s swamped with refining salt and medicine, making liquor, brewing vinegar and soy sauce, and forging weapons, when a sickly, possessive madman grabs her by the head. “Pay a little attention to me, too.” He wants her help and still has the nerve to be so domineering. “Just give in.” The Emperor replies, “Even a mountain crashing down on me wouldn’t faze me. I’ve never been one to give in. But you, are you going to give in, or not?” Mu Nansheng gazes into his eyes, dark as the stars at midnight. When this man gets serious, no one can handle him. He’s just wearing the harmless disguise of someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Just thinking about it makes her knees weak. “I give in.” [He’s fiercely protective, devoted to her alone, and helps her heal. Sweetness all the way, though of course the sick need treatment, or the world will suffer.]