He Returned to His Hometown to Farm, and the Shiba Inu He Raised Was the Dragon King.

Qin Yu, an urban social worker, broke his 996 work license, but inherited the ruined yard and wasteland of his ancestral home in Jiangnan. I originally wanted to live a Buddhist life of picking chrysanthemums in Dongli, but on the night I rescued the lame Shiba Inu Doudou, I was awakened by the dragon scale pattern on my palms - this rice king turned out to be Ao Xiaojiu, the descendant of the dragon clan who has been sleeping for thousands of years! When the rusty hoe digs up the spiritual soil glowing with golden light, and the tomato vine bears red fruits that can cure terminal diseases, the seemingly peaceful pastoral life of the past has already been undercurrent. The medicinal diet order of the Guwu family hides hidden injuries in the meridians, the drone of the glamorous botanist spreads the dragon's breath enchantment, and even the ruffians who come to steal food have dragon-slaying totems branded on the backs of their necks... When I was in my heyday, I could freeze for three thousand miles with my breath, but now I have to rely on canned dogs to replenish my spiritual power! The fried-haired Shiba Inu squatted on a pile of five-colored wheat and cursed. A top-secret wanted order from the Zhenlong Division was popping up on the tablet under his paws. Qin Yu looked at the mist-shrouded dragon ruins in the distance and buried the last dragon heart stone in the spiritual field. Behind him, the colorful little dragon cub that had just broken out of its shell was chasing the sweeping robot and spitting fire. When the shadow of the ancient dragon-killing cannon enveloped the farm, he clenched his hoe and chuckled: Who said farming can't kill gods? This farmhouse experience This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.