Apart from growing organic vegetables for sale, this farm also offers tourism services.

Therefore, in addition to farmers working the land, there are also sparse tourists on the farm.

The hotel had arranged for the same driver and car to bring Lin Wanwan over. Upon arrival, the driver parked the car and casually found a cool spot to wait at the farm’s entrance.

Lin Wanwan was received by farm staff whom the suite’s concierge had arranged in advance for her.

She casually toured the farm with the staff, listening to their explanations as they walked.

After a quick look around, Lin Wanwan suddenly thought she could lease a piece of land in Mao County and set up a boutique organic farm, perfect for discreetly transporting pollution-free vegetables grown in ancient times.

"Is that machine weeding?" Lin Wanwan curiously pointed to a machine working ahead of them.

The accompanying staff member replied, "This is a combined micro-tiller and weeder, gasoline-fueled."

"Oh, not bad; it saves a lot of work," Lin Wanwan nodded and commented.

After this round, she saw quite a few high-tech farming devices. No wonder there seemed to be few farmers in the farm; all replaced by machines, perhaps.

Initially, Lin Wanwan planned to time travel on the farm, but later changed her mind—too many surveillance cameras here, impossible to be vigilant against all.

When she left the farm for the rented warehouse, Lin Wanwan bought a lot of things.

Unlike other tourists who bought souvenirs and organic vegetables, Lin Wanwan bought seeds and machines, like a combined mowing, tilling, and land-clearing machine.

The people on the farm initially didn’t want to sell; they needed these things too, and they weren’t merchandise. But Lin Wanwan offered too much money, so they sold and even filled up the gas tank.

For non-sellable items in this world, it’s all about whether the price is right.

Driving to the warehouse door, the driver helped Lin Wanwan unload the micro-tiller, a carbon fiber plant protection drone, and a bunch of seeds, seedlings, and more from the trunk.

Then Lin Wanwan asked the driver to return to the hotel first, as she didn’t need him temporarily and would contact the concierge when needed.

The driver didn’t ask a single question and left as soon as told.

Serving top-tier wealthy individuals, curiosity needs to be minimal; otherwise, unemployment can inexplicably follow.

For those providing value-added services exclusively for presidential suites, the first rule in training is to listen less, speak less, and do more.

Although Lin Wanwan had only stayed in such a suite for just one day, she already somewhat understood why people spent so much to stay in these rooms. Just the complementary services and hotel resources alone were worth it.

After the driver left, Lin Wanwan closed the warehouse door and re-checked the disabled surveillance equipment inside.

Ensuring everything was secure, Lin Wanwan opened the Space-Time Gate and dragged those items across.

As for whether high-tech products could survive in ancient times, that’s a matter of luck; hopefully, they can.

Back in the little wooden house in ancient times, Lin Wanwan immediately started the machines for an inspection.

Today, her luck was simply overwhelming.

A micro-tiller and a plant protection drone both came through the Space-Time Gate unscathed and started up without any hiccups.

The fortress construction continued, with many young men from the village and several nearby recently incorporated villages participating in the build.

For these people, it amounted to performing labor service.

People in ancient times were accustomed to performing labor service; called to work, they had no complaints.

Serving the government meant bringing your own rations, but working for the "immortal" actually included meals and a pearl as daily pay!

What’s there to say? Hesitating even for a moment disrespects wealth.

Lion City in January, though the coldest time of the year, rarely drops below 20 degrees Celsius, plus it’s the rainy season.

It stands to reason that near the equator, there is ample sunlight and rain, making it ideal for crop growth, so food should be abundant.

But it wasn’t!

Historically, people north of the Yangtze viewed these Southern lands as the domain of the Southern Barbarians.

When the court needed to exile an official, they sent him south. Some officials sent south accepted it as dying in a foreign land; some even preferred suicide over assuming the post.

The Southern areas had sparse populations, many hills, and rivers, with rampant wild grass and frequent epidemics due to the hot, humid climate.

The lands near the coast were worse, like Mao County, suffering annual hardships from seawater intrusions, leaving all soil saline-alkali.

In the technologically primitive ancient times, people had no capability to cultivate these lands.

Thus, living in such places meant extremely harsh conditions.

Migration from the north to the south was rare; when possible, people preferred moving to plains.

Yesterday, Lin Wanwan led the Du Clan to sweep the surrounding ten mile region, having to climb mountains and cross ridges. Sighted were predominantly half-wild humans surviving on hunting, fishing, and looting, with few farmers.

The Du Clan, having voyaged from the Sui Dynasty to this place, struggled to cultivate the few acres of farmland around the village; it was a considerable effort.

Lin Wanwan didn’t want her backyard to merely live a primitive life, unable even to guarantee arable land area.

Isn’t it just land clearing!

With this tilling, mowing, and land-clearing machine, reclaiming fifty acres of desolate land a day is no problem!

In addition to that, she also bought modern gewgaws like glyphosate amine salt herbicide, having the plant protection drone assist, achieving a hundred-acre-a-day pace.

Before leaving, Lin Wanwan must prepare hundreds of acres of farmland for her "devotees" and subjects, emphasizing miraculous speed.

As Lin Wanwan pushed the tilling machine and the drone flew overhead exiting the village chief’s small wooden house, the two youths guarding outside were stunned and terrified.

What kind of monster is this?!

Lin Wanwan calmly smiled at them, "No need to fear, these are my magic artifacts. Today, I’ll create a hundred acres of farmland for my subjects."

Magic artifacts! Hundred acres! Farmland!

This talk sounded fantastical!

Both hurriedly knelt and kowtowed in unison: "Hail to the sacrificial spirit! Long live the sacrificial spirit!"

Though Sui people typically didn’t habitually kowtow, they had no choice; the things Lin Wanwan "produced" these days were beyond imagination, giving them no option but to revere.

When ordinary people see an immortal, their first reaction is to kneel.

Nobody finds praying to gods embarrassing.

Lin Wanwan donned a sun hat covering everything but her eyes, with a sun-protective outfit, pushing the tilling machine while controlling the plant protection drone, heading towards the nearby wilds.

Following her were several carrying hoes and burlap sacks, tasked with cleanup duties.

Reaching the wild, weedy, uneven land, Lin Wanwan first operated the plant protection drone to spray herbicides.

This plot belonged to a rare continuous plain at the island’s heart, likened to the urban area later in history, nearly an acre.

However, the area had too much rampant vegetation, and the people of the Du Clan’s village hadn’t yet tackled this difficult land.

But with modern herbicides, it was different; eradication of weeds to the roots could be achieved, inhibiting short-term regrowth.

To stay on schedule, in addition to spraying herbicides to kill weeds, also resorted to brute force with the tilling machine.

With both methods combined, she aimed to conquer this plot of wilderness in a day.