I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

Not enough seeds?

Baona's heart tightened, and the joy of the harvest was instantly diluted.

She quickly walked to the edge of the field and carefully checked the seed bags of several farmers. Sure enough, the bags were empty.

The promotion of new technologies requires more seeds, but nowadays, seeds have become the biggest problem.

An uneasy feeling spread in her heart.

Baona immediately called a meeting of the villagers, and an atmosphere of anxiety filled the crowd.

The young farmer from Dongguo was the first to complain: "What's going on? We are about to plant the seeds, and now you say there are not enough seeds. Isn't this asking for our lives?" Other farmers also echoed his voice. The originally joyous village was now shrouded in a dark cloud.

After some inquiries, Baona learned that most of the seeds in the village were purchased from Duan Gan, a seed merchant.

A bad premonition came to her mind, and she immediately set off for the warehouse of Duan Gan seed merchant.

At the warehouse door, seed merchant Duan Gan was leisurely drinking tea. Seeing Bao Na, he greeted her with a forced smile: "Miss Bao Na, I'm a rare guest. How come you have time to visit me today?"

"Boss Duan Gan, what's the matter with the seeds?" Bao Na asked straight to the point with a hint of questioning in her tone.

Merchant Duan Gan pretended to be surprised: "Seeds? Oh, you mean the seeds for spring sowing. The climate this year is abnormal and the seed yield is poor. There is nothing I can do." He spread his hands with a helpless expression.

"Poor harvest? I heard that you have a large amount of seeds stored in your warehouse and are deliberately raising the price." Baona stared at him sharply with a cold tone.

Duan Gan, the businessman, changed his expression slightly, then regained his composure. "Miss Bao Na, don't listen to nonsense. I am a legitimate businessman. How could I do such a thing?" He laughed it off, trying to get away with it.

"Really?" Baona sneered. "I saw with my own eyes the mountain of seed bags in your warehouse. You still want to deny it?"

Merchant Duan's eyes flickered. "Those...those are old seeds. They can't be used."

"Old seeds?" Bao Na pressed. "Then why did I just see bags of new grain seeds along the edge of the field?"

The surrounding farmers also gathered around, and they angrily accused Duan Gan the businessman, and the tense atmosphere gradually escalated.

"Duan Gan, you are a profiteer. You actually hoarded seeds and made a fortune from the national crisis!" The young farmer from Dongguo was so angry that his face turned red and he waved his fists.

Duan Gan, the businessman, saw that the truth had been revealed and his face turned gloomy. "Baona, you...you should not go too far!"

Baona's eyes were determined, and she didn't back down. "I will distribute these seeds to the villagers today!"

Duan Gan, the businessman, changed his expression and pointed at Bao Na and shouted, "How dare you!"

To Bao Na, Duan Gan, the businessman's roar, which was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, was nothing more than the fight of a trapped beast.

She raised her chin and gestured to the villagers behind her: "Fellow villagers, you've seen this: these unscrupulous merchants are hoarding grain and driving up prices! Today, we're going to take these seeds back and return them to those who truly need them!"

The villagers had long been enraged by the behavior of businessman Duan Gan. When they heard Bao Na's words, they immediately rushed forward excitedly and were about to rush into the warehouse.

"Stop!" A clear female voice was heard. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw the queen slowly walking towards them, surrounded by guards.

She looked dignified and her eyes were as sharp as torches as she scanned everyone present.

"Your Majesty," Baona bowed, "The merchants in Duan Gan are hoarding seeds and driving up grain prices, leaving the people with nothing to sow. Your Majesty, please investigate!"

The Queen nodded slightly and motioned for Baona to stand up.

She glanced coldly at Duan Gan, the businessman slumped on the ground, with a cold gleam in her eyes: "Come here, thoroughly check his warehouse. If there is any false reporting, he will be severely punished!"

Following the Queen's order, the guards rushed into the warehouse and a moment later, carried out mountains of seed bags.

These seed bags are brand new and the bag openings are sealed tightly. They are obviously not the "old items" that Duan Gan, the merchant, said.

"Swindler! Swindler!" The villagers cursed angrily, wishing they could tear Duan Gan the merchant into pieces.

The queen waved her hand to stop the villagers' noise.

She turned to Duan Gan, the businessman, and said in a voice as cold as iron: "Duan Gan, do you admit your guilt?"

Duan Gan, the merchant, looked ashen-faced. He fell to his knees and kowtowed profusely, "Queen, spare my life! Queen, spare my life! I was foolish for a moment and will never do it again!"

The Queen snorted coldly, ignoring his pleas for mercy. "Come, take him to the prison and await your punishment!"

The villagers were delighted to see that the unscrupulous businessman was finally punished. They applauded and cheered, and the originally depressing atmosphere was swept away.

Just as everyone was immersed in joy, a slightly abrupt voice came from the crowd: "Wait a minute, Queen. Although I am not talented, I have some knowledge of seeds and may be able to select suitable seeds for you." The speaker was a Tuoba agricultural researcher. He walked out of the crowd and saluted the Queen.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to this usually serious scholar. You know, Tuoba scholar usually holds his agricultural book and talks about all sorts of things all day long, but unexpectedly, he stood up at the critical moment.

There was an inexplicable light in his eyes, firm and fiery.

The queen looked at Baona, as if asking for her opinion.

Baona nodded, indicating that she could try it.

Seeing this, Tuoba scholar stroked his beard and slowly walked towards the mountain of seed bags. He stroked the rough linen with his hand and slowly said, "The matter of seeds is of great importance..."

The Tuoba scholar picked up a seed, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then bit it lightly with his teeth. After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "This is an excellent choice. After sowing, there will be a good harvest." He handed the seed to the old farmer Gong Liang beside him. The old farmer took the seed, looked at it carefully, his eyes full of expectation.

Under the guidance of Tuoba scholars, bags of suitable seeds were distributed to farmers, and the promotion of new technologies continued.

Baona looked at the smiles on the villagers' faces and felt relieved.

She breathed a long sigh, and a feeling of relief arose spontaneously, as if a breeze was blowing across the fields, bringing with it the fragrance of wheat.

As seed problems are solved, more and more farmlands are beginning to apply new technologies.

The once barren land is now full of vitality.

The green wheat seedlings sway in the wind, like a green ocean, sparkling in the sun.

The scene of harvest unfolds before your eyes, with golden ears of wheat hanging down heavily and the air filled with the fragrance of ripe grains.

Baona stood on the edge of the field, looking at the scene of the harvest, her heart filled with joy and pride.

The villagers gathered around, their eyes shining with gratitude, bowed deeply to Baona, and praised her achievements.

"Miss Baona, thanks to you, we have such a good harvest!" "Yes, Miss Baona, you are really our lucky star!" Words of praise came like a tide, and an atmosphere of glory surrounded Baona.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed golden red, and the sunset glows on Baona's face, adding a holy glow to her.

She is like a guardian angel, guarding this land and this hope.

Just when everything was going smoothly, a villager came running over in a panic, panting and shouting, "Miss Baona, it's bad! Something happened!" He was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

"What's wrong?" Baona's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

"Fertilizer...fertilizer..." the villager said intermittently, "The fertilizer may...may be contaminated..." He pointed at the fertilizer workshop in the distance with trembling hands, his voice becoming smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the wind.