In the last years of the Great Chu Dynasty, the land was scorched by drought, plague ghosts were knocking on the city gates at night and howling, and there was even a tide of beasts blowing up the fishy wind and crashing into the fortress - how could there be any way to survive in the world?
Xu Shouzhen, a medicine farmer in the thatched cottage, smiled while touching the medicine hoe.
The shadow of the bronze abacus between his eyebrows flashed, and energy was poured into it, and the good and bad luck of the three days exploded in his mind:
"Tomorrow there will be a tide of beasts in the west valley, so you can survive by walking on the secret passage of the East River; tomorrow the well water will be polluted, and you can use the spiritual spring in the back mountain to grow mutated rice; on the seventh day... The Lord of Wubao said he wanted to 'borrow food'? Haha, the derivation result says the word 'bloody light'."
When other people were bleeding from the disaster, he had already stocked up tens of thousands of kilograms of spiritual rice and dug eighteen escape tunnels. Even the knife meant to take his life was deflected by three inches by his deduction.
This is the end of the world?
He, Xu Shouzhen, relied on deduction to get to the root of the changes in the world and figure out a way to reverse the apocalypse!
