Lin Mo, a social worker, died suddenly while working overtime and woke up as a thorny vine dying of thirst in the Western Sect. Faced with a critical attack at the beginning of the wilderness, he carried forward the spirit of agriculture: using thorns to absorb smelly ditches, using pesticides as biological purifiers, taming giant beasts as excavators, and even treating constipation by listening to the boss. When Zhunti gave him 10,000 acres of sandy land with a smile, Lin Mo picked up a broken hoe and shouted out the "Three No's" declaration: No fighting, no killing! Don't work overtime to cultivate immortality! If you can't grow vegetables, you will die in peace! So the prehistoric hot search exploded: # Jingxing poisonous gas planting flow # # a certain grass farmer rolled the saint into a foreman # # on how to use a hoe to prove the Tao Hunyuan #
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A survival essay written in the prehistoric times
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