Dressed as an exile? Start with miasma + rocky beach? Hell mode, right? Okay, I'll roll it!
> Lin Wan, former noblewoman of the capital, now prisoner of reform-through-labor in Heishiling. Looking at the penal colony where birds have nothing to do, the broken shacks are leaking, and the muddy ground is struggling to grow grass? She smiled——
>Superpower? I have! Can communicate with earth veins and shape shapes with bare hands!
> BUT! Use a big move to make a hungry dog! If you don't eat enough, you'll throw yourself out on the street!
> Others are in exile: waiting to die.
> Lin Wan is in exile: an infrastructure maniac, cheating on an empty stomach!
> No water? Put your hands on the ground and feel the movement! Undercurrent? Get it you! Holding a well with bare hands, the whole village calls daddy.
> No room? Mud? No, this is natural clay! Hand-rolled bricks were fired in the kiln, and the small courtyard of the villa was built on the ground.
> No food? Stone ground? Look at the great shift in the fertility of my earth veins! Farming with supernatural powers, gold bursts from the cracks in the rocks!
> The waterwheel turns! The pottery kiln is firing! The little blacksmith shop jingles! The place of exile turned into the Blackstone Ridge Development Zone in seconds!
Seeing that life is heading toward a well-off life, trouble is also coming:
Corrupt official: "Hand over this technology! This factory is mine!"
> Mountain man next door: "Mei, your ability to rub stones with your hands... Is the mountain god reincarnated?" (Yanbo Lights Cigarettes. Jpg)
> Lin Wan tightened her waistcoat: "It's all ancestral craftsmanship! Coincidence! Luck!"
> Secretly, he gnawed on the big cake and returned to blue: "Superpower, another furnace of refined iron! Then ten acres of fertile land will be transformed!"
[Exile + Hungry + Hand-rubbed infrastructure + High-risk vest + Farming for hegemony]
(Warm reminder: Please prepare snacks before reading. The protagonist is hungry, and so are you!)
