*[But he really did make something of himself, fighting his way past every hurdle until he reached the Palace Examination.*
*That made Feng Ziming all the more convinced that stopping him from farming back then had been the right choice.]*
At this point, Feng Ziming proudly straightened his back. He really was that impressive. If he had not stopped his son from fiddling with those boring plants back then, how could his son possibly have achieved what he had today?
Feng Qiuyan felt rather helpless. Of course he knew his father had meant well, but this was not what he wanted. Compared with becoming an official, he would much rather spend his days working with plants.
*[After the Palace Examination, he did not rank very highly, so he was assigned to serve as magistrate of a county near the Capital City. Once he had some achievements to his name, he could return to the Capital City.*
Unfortunately, before he could accomplish anything, an enemy nation invaded. He tried to resist and failed. His father failed too. Unwilling to serve as officials under the enemy nation, they could only leave for distant lands and settle in a remote Small Village.
He originally wanted to pick up his dream again in the Small Village and go back to farming, but Feng Ziming still opposed it, so he could only become a schoolteacher there.
In the end, his father died of illness at sixty. With his father no longer standing in his way, he taught to support his family while continuing to research his plants.
*Finally, five years later, he developed a variety of rice that yielded a full thirty percent more than the rice grown at the time!]*
*[My goodness, thirty percent! That's a lot! So many fewer people would starve to