The Prodigal Master of the Ming Dynasty

Shen Yuan, a doctor from Agricultural University, wakes up and travels back to the prince of Wu'an, the most dandy in the capital during the Hongzhi period. Idiot, prodigal son, the laughingstock of the capital. All the civil and military officials in the court were waiting to see him squander the last three hundred taels of silver. He certainly didn't disappoint. I spent two hundred taels to buy a piece of saline-alkali wasteland. Scattering lime and planting grass seeds, hiring homeless people to dig canals - the whole capital laughed like crazy. Then corn grew in that land. Impeach? Bring it on. "If you don't hire people to farm, how can you farm with your mouth?" Civilian siege? "I spend my own money on court matters. Are you trying to impeach me for being too generous?" Buying barren hills, building workshops, improving looms, and repairing water conservancy - while others took steps one by one, he slapped everyone who looked down upon him on the face. Later, he opened an academy. He accepted a drunkard named Tang Bohu as the mountain chief. His disciples dominated the scientific examinations, and the top three were all from his family. He personally founded the Practical School, engaged in verbal battles with the ten most important Confucian scholars, and was revered as a great master. Everyone was confused - this is also called a prodigal? Shen Yuan squatted on the field ridge with dogtail grass in his mouth: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning."