I Was the Village Chief in Troubled Times

Lin Mo, a researcher at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, woke up and transformed into the son of the village chief of a deserted village at the end of the Daqian Dynasty. You start with a dilapidated village that has been ransacked by bandits. There are eighty-seven people in the village, all old, weak, women and children. There were three bags of moldy millet left in the warehouse, which could not last more than three months. There is no system. There is no space. No spiritual roots. Lin Mo's only golden finger is the set of modern agricultural knowledge in his head - composting, seed selection, crop rotation, water conservancy, iron smelting, cement... Others time travel: practice, fight for hegemony, and open a harem. Traveling through the forest: composting, digging wells, and planting beans. Starting from a well, starting from an acre of land. When the wave of refugees from the north sweeps across the world, when the imperial court and the rebels kill each other in rivers of blood—— This dilapidated village hidden in the valley is growing into a future that no one could have imagined. "I can't fight. But I can farm." "When you finish fighting, you will find that the food is in my hands."