>After being laid off, I returned to my hometown and inherited my grandma's dilapidated chicken farm.
>As soon as I took over, I was bound to the "Urban Chicken Raising System", and the task was to make the hens lay square eggs.
>I was confused: "Isn't this against biology?"
>The system responded coldly: "Using black technology feed formula, calcium ions restructure the eggshell structure."
>The next day, I stared at the angular egg in the henhouse and fell into deep thought.
>The big chicken farmer next door laughed: "Did your chicken eat a brick?"
>As a result, his chickens collectively jumped into our yard and danced square dances with my rooster.
>The system pops up a new task: "Ask the host to train the rooster to crow "The Most Dazzling National Style" at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
