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After Crossing Over, I Sell HotSelling Cherry Tomatoes in Ancient Times Title: I Accidentally Became the Lord of A Farm in Ancient Times Title: The Strongest Farm Owner In History
Scenario:《穿越后，我在古代卖爆款小番茄》
核心设定：
农学生穿越古代，通过嫁接技术培育七彩果蔬，带领村庄成为皇商。
结合种田+权谋：用番茄色素制作口红、荔枝冷链运输技术引发商业战。
数据提升技巧：每章结尾设置「古代黑科技冷知识」，刺激读者评论互动。
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Wu Ziyang
He is a farming student who accidentally travels back to the ancient times. He is resourceful, ambitious, and determined. Using his knowledge of modern farming techniques, Wu Ziyang introduces innovative methods such as grafting and uses them to transform a barren land into a thriving agricultural site. His experiments with colors lead to the creation of vibrant tomatoes, which becomes a highly soughtafter crop in the region, earning him wealth and fame.
Wu Ziyang's Master
He is a wise mentor figure to Wu Ziyang in the village. He is patient, knowledgeable, and supportive. Recognizing Wu Ziyang’s potential, he teaches him various farming techniques and encourages him to experiment with new methods. His guidance helps shape Wu Ziyang’s understanding of agriculture in the ancient world. Master’s approval signifies trust and respect for Wu Ziyang’s innovative approaches, which further motivates him to contribute significantly to the village’s agricultural development.
Wu Ziyang's Village
He is a small village where Wu Ziyang finds himself transported. It is small, traditional, and isolated. The villagers are initially wary of Wu Ziyang but appreciate his unexpected arrival brings prosperity. They use his introduced methods to improve crop yields and soon become a significant agricultural center. The village benefits from the commercial success of the tomatoes, which attracts outsiders and leads to new opportunities for trade and commerce.
I am a farm student.
I still can't understand how I got here.
I was taking a nap in the afternoon, and then I suddenly fell into this world.
I don't know what happened.
I can only assume that some kind of phenomenon or miracle took me here.
It was about two months ago that I came here.
At first, I was confused and didn't know what to do.
But then I started to think about my situation and realized that I had an opportunity to make a difference here.
You see, this place is not like the world I came from.
This is ancient times, before modern civilization.
The farming methods they use here are simple and not very effective.
They plant seeds in the ground and wait for them to grow.
But they don't use any special techniques or tools to help the crops grow faster and stronger.
As a result, their harvests are small and not very bountiful.
I decided to share my knowledge with them.
I told them about grafting, a technique where you take a piece of a plant from one tree and attach it to another tree.
This can help the tree grow faster and stronger.
They were skeptical at first, but I showed them how it's done and explained the science behind it.
I also told them about other farming methods that I learned from my master and from books.
Slowly but surely, they began to understand and see the benefits of these techniques.
I gather the villagers around the cherry tree in the central courtyard.
I carefully select a healthy branch from last year's growth, making sure it has at least two buds on it.
Next, I take out my grafting knife and hold it up for everyone to see.
"This is a very sharp knife," I explain.
"It's used specifically for grafting, and it's important to keep it clean and well-maintained."
I then demonstrate how to make a clean diagonal cut on the branch, about an inch below the buds.
I show them how to cut at a 45-degree angle, making sure that the cut is smooth and even.
The villagers lean in closer to get a better look.
Master Wang nods his head in approval, while young Qingbo asks me several questions about the process.
I explain that the next step is to prepare the rootstock, which is the base of the tree where the scion will be attached.
I show them how to make a similar diagonal cut on the rootstock, making sure that it's slightly larger than the scion.
I then place the scion onto the rootstock, aligning the cuts carefully.
Finally, I wrap the grafted joint with strips of cloth, securing it tightly with twine. "This will protect the joint from drying out and allow the tissues to fuse together," I explain.
"It's important to keep the joint moist and secure until it heals."
Several of the villagers ask if they can try grafting themselves, so I hand out some practice branches and demonstrate how to make their first cuts.
I guide their hands as they carefully slice through the wood, making sure that they're using the right angle and technique.
After everyone has had a chance to try their hand at grafting, I gather them all together again to show them one more thing.
I take out a small bag of powder and sprinkle it onto the grafted joint.
"This is a special powder that helps to promote healing and prevent infection," I explain.
"It's made from natural ingredients that are safe for use on plants."
Finally, I tie a small red ribbon around the grafted branch to mark it as one of our experimental trees.
Master Wang steps forward, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Tell me, young one, what is this powder made of?" he asks, his voice steady and thoughtful.
"It's a blend of willow bark and honey," I reply, smiling at the recognition in his eyes as he nods approvingly.
I sit beneath the grafted cherry tree, sheltering from the unexpected downpour that began at dusk.
The rain drums against the leaves, creating a soothing melody that fills the garden.
Lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating the rows of trees in brief moments of brilliance.
I watch as the rainwater channels perfectly around our careful grafts, preventing any rot or damage to the delicate joints.
Master Wang appears beside me, his weathered face studying the trees with a keen eye.
He points to where the rainwater has created small rivulets in the soil, carrying away any excess moisture and ensuring that the roots remain healthy.
Qingbo runs up to us, his face flushed with excitement as he holds out a branch for me to see.
The willow bark paste has held firm against the storm, protecting the tender buds from harm.
As the storm subsides, a single blossom unfurls on the grafted branch, promising a future of abundance.
I lead Qingbo and Master Wang back to my small hut, where the clay stove still holds the warmth from earlier.
While I arrange three worn cups on the low wooden table, Qingbo helps me fill the iron kettle with fresh rainwater.
As the water steams, I add a handful of dried chrysanthemum flowers, their sweet fragrance filling the room.
Master Wang settles onto a straw mat, his weathered hands cupped around the warm vessel.
I watch as the petals unfurl in our cups, explaining to Qingbo how different temperatures affect the tea's flavor.
Qingbo looks up, curiosity shining in his eyes.
"Master, do you think the villagers will truly embrace these new methods?" he asks, his voice tinged with hope.
Master Wang sips his tea thoughtfully before replying, "Change takes time, young one, but with each blossom that blooms, their trust in your knowledge grows stronger."
As I pour another cup of chrysanthemum tea, a chill runs through the hut.
The flame of our oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows on the walls.
Master Wang shifts uncomfortably on his straw mat, while Qingbo moves closer to the table.
I hear the wind picking up outside, whistling through the gaps in the wooden walls.
The branches of the cherry tree scratch against the roof, creating an eerie rhythm.
I stand up to secure the wooden shutters, my fingers reaching for the latch.
The latch is missing.
I reach to secure the loose shutter when another powerful gust tears it from my grasp, slamming it against the wall.
The impact dislodges a section of aged wood paneling, revealing a hidden cavity behind it.
Master Wang rises quickly, holding the lamp closer as I peer into the opening.
Qingbo touches the cold iron bolt cautiously, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into its surface.
But Master Wang pulls his hand back, his expression grave.
"We must not disturb what was meant to remain hidden."
I reach toward the cavity despite Master Wang's sharp intake of breath.
My fingers brush against something papery and cylindrical.
Carefully, I extract a scroll bound with faded red silk, its surface coated in decades of undisturbed dust.
The scroll feels surprisingly heavy in my hands, and bits of debris fall onto the wooden floor as I turn it over.
When Qingbo leans in for a closer look, Master Wang places a firm hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.
I unroll the scroll carefully on the table, brushing away centuries of dust.
The brittle paper reveals faded drawings of farming techniques I've never seen before, alongside strange symbols that look ancient.
Master Wang leans forward despite his earlier hesitation, his eyes widening as they scan the text.
Qingbo points excitedly at a diagram showing an unusual arrangement of crops when the first tremor hits.
The tea cups rattle against the table, and I grab the scroll to keep it from rolling off.
The floor beneath us starts to vibrate, and the wooden beams of the hut creak ominously.
"Master Wang, what does it say?" Qingbo's voice trembles slightly, eyes fixed on the scroll.
"It's a map," Master Wang replies, his voice barely above a whisper, "to the lost fields of prosperity."
I glance at him in disbelief, "You mean the legendary fields that vanished with the old dynasty?"
Master Wang nods, his eyes fixed on the scroll.
"But it's not just a map. There are... instructions."
I hold the ancient scroll with trembling hands as a faint blue glow begins seeping from between its edges.
Master Wang takes a step back, pulling Qingbo behind him.
I remain frozen in place, my fingers gripping the scroll tightly.
The light grows brighter, forcing me to squint.
It spreads across the walls of the hut like rippling water.
A small figure materializes above the scroll.
It's no taller than my palm and hovers in the air.
The figure is translucent and dressed in ancient farming attire, complete with a straw hat and hoe in its hand.
As the light fades, I hear a melodic voice singing a song about soil preparation and crop rotation.
The voice is gentle yet hauntingly beautiful.