I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

The sun is still scorching, baking the ancient Dian land.

On the ridges of the fields, the soil emits a slight heat mixed with the sweetness of ripe rice. What should have been a joyful scene of harvest seems stagnant due to the tension in the air.

Baona stood by the field, looking at the dark-skinned, wrinkled old farmer in front of her, and felt a sense of helplessness in her heart.

Old farmer Gong Liang, who was once one of the earliest beneficiaries of the new technology, now has a frown on his face, with a hint of hesitation and resistance in his eyes.

"Uncle Gongliang, look, this new rice is growing so well." Baona tried to keep her tone gentle. "If we all use the new technology, our harvest will definitely double."

Old farmer Gong Liang took a deep puff of cigarette, and a complex emotion flashed in his cloudy eyes amid the smoke.

"Girl, what you brought is really good, but...but who knows if it's just luck? What if it doesn't work next year? This is a year's food supply." He waved his hand stubbornly, twisting a rice ear with his rough fingertips, as if feeling whether it was really fuller than usual.

Baona's heart sank. She knew that traditional ideas were deeply rooted, but at this moment she had to make the old farmers understand the scientific nature of the new technology.

"Uncle Gongliang, this is not just luck. The seeds are carefully selected and the fertilizers are scientifically proportioned. There is a reason for it." She explained patiently, and the farmers around her slowly gathered around, watching the argument curiously, with discussions rising one after another.

"What's the point of talking about reason or not? How can there be anything wrong with the things passed down by our ancestors?" Duan Gan, a seed merchant, crossed his arms and interrupted with a look of disdain, a subtle calculation flashing in his shrewd eyes.

He has always been wary of Bona's new technology, believing it has shaken the foundation of his seed business.

The Tuoba agricultural researcher also pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and shook his head in a pedantic manner, "Young people nowadays only know how to do some fancy things. The experience of our ancestors is the truth." He calls himself a defender of traditional agriculture and scoffs at new technologies.

Old farmer Gongliang seemed to have found support and stood up straighter. "Yes, girl, let's grow our own rice and be more down-to-earth."

"But this way, everyone will only have enough food and clothing, and will never be able to get richer." Baona tried to persuade

"Having enough food and clothing is enough, who would think so much?" Baili Fertilizer Craftsman, this honest man who has always been unknown and hardworking, muttered in a low voice.

Baona took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. "Do you want it to stay like this forever? Worrying about the harvest every year?" She turned to look at the farmers around her, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

The arguments grew louder, various opinions became intertwined, and the tension in the air reached its peak.

Old farmer Gong Liang clenched his fists tightly, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

At this moment, a young voice suddenly came from the crowd, breaking the deadlock.

"I think what Baona said makes sense..."

The words of the young farmer from Dongguo were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

There was a hint of excitement on his dark face, and his voice was clear and powerful, "This year, I used the new rice seeds and fertilizers brought by Miss Baona on my family's land! The harvest is half more than in previous years! If you don't believe me, just ask!" He straightened his chest and glanced at the people around him with a firm gaze.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and several farmers who were familiar with the Dongguo family nodded, confirming his statement.

The farmers who were originally hesitant began to have excitement shining in their eyes.

They looked at each other and whispered, with obvious expectation and yearning in their voices.

The old farmer Gong Liang's expression changed again and again, and his clenched fists loosened slightly.

He looked at the young farmer Dongguo, then at the rice ears growing well in the fields, and his heart began to waver.

Seeing this, Bao Na knew that the time had come.

She didn't rush to press him, but instead slowed down her tone and spoke with understanding and trust, "Uncle Gongliang, I understand your concerns. After all, we've been farming our whole lives and have feelings for the old methods. However, we can't stay where we are because we're afraid of change. New technology isn't about abandoning the past; it's about making everyone's life better. It can make our land produce more food, our children eat more, and we no longer have to worry about having enough food. Isn't this exactly why we farm in the first place?"

Her words were like a spring breeze that swept through everyone's hearts, dispelling some doubts.

The old farmer Gong Liang's eyes gradually softened from the initial stubbornness. He looked at Bao Na's sincere eyes and felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

This young girl is wholeheartedly concerned about their lives, but he sticks to old ideas, which is really inappropriate.

The warm sunshine shines on the fields, and the breeze blows through the rice waves, making a rustling sound. Everything seems so peaceful and beautiful.

The previous tense atmosphere was swept away, replaced by a vision of the future.

At this moment, the queen, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, "Let the Dongguo family try again for their land." Her majestic voice echoed across the fields. Her tone was calm, but with unquestionable firmness.

Everyone's eyes were on the queen, including Baona.

She didn't understand why the Queen suddenly interrupted and was filled with doubts.

The Queen raised her lips slightly and looked at Baona, her eyes seemed to be filled with encouragement and deep meaning...

The Queen's order quickly spread throughout the village, and the fields of the young farmer Dongguo once again became the focus of everyone's attention.

This time, it was not just a simple demonstration, but was supervised by the Queen herself, with Tuoba agricultural researchers and Baili fertilizer craftsmen also joining in, farming strictly in accordance with the requirements of the new technology.

During the sowing process, Tuoba Agricultural Research Fellow explained the principles of the new technology while operating. He, who had originally scoffed at the new technology, now acted like a serious student, meticulously performing each step of the operation.

He picked up a handful of the improved soil, felt its delicate texture, and sniffed it. A faint fertile scent came to his face, which was completely different from the soil he was familiar with.

He began to realize that perhaps he really had missed something.

Baili Fertilizer Craftsman silently prepared the fertilizer according to the new ratio method. His rough fingers deftly controlled the amount of various materials, his eyes focused, as if he was completing a sacred ritual.

He looked at the prepared fertilizer, took a deep breath, and a sense of accomplishment he had never felt before surged in his heart.

As time went by, the crops in the newly promoted farmland began to thrive, and the green seedlings swayed in the wind, exuding vitality.

More and more traditional farmers were impressed and approached Baona, expressing their willingness to use part of their farmland to try out the new technology.

Looking at the faces full of hope, Baona felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.

The harvest season has arrived as expected. In the farmlands where new technologies are applied, the rice ears hang down heavily, with full grains, and the golden light reflects on everyone's smiling faces.

According to preliminary estimates, production will increase by more than 30% compared with previous years.

Baona's prestige rose again, and an atmosphere of respect spread throughout the village.

However, just as Baona was immersed in joy, a new problem arose.

A farmer ran up to her in a hurry, sweating profusely and looking anxious. "Miss Baona, it's bad. We don't have enough seeds...we don't have enough seeds..."