Gengdu Heirloom: I Grew a River in My Backyard

[Oriental fantasy/high martial arts/farming/family flow/strategy] The rivers and lakes are like a beaded curtain, the temple is like a chessboard, and I, Chen Fubai, am just a hopeless farmer in Tingyu Lane. That year, it rained heavily in the Dayong Dynasty. Chen Fubai was guarding the leaky ancestral house. Behind him stood a one-armed old servant who could only sharpen knives, and in his arms was protecting a blind girl who could tell her position by listening to the wind. Everyone laughs at him as the abandoned good-for-nothing in the Northern Liang Palace, a playboy who cannot be held up by the mud. Until the day of the Waking of Insects, the spring thunder suddenly struck. Chen Fubai planted a piece of burnt wood in the backyard, and grew a thunder sword that could cut off the head of a seventh-grade warrior." Since then, the world has changed. I also study and farm. What I read was "The Book of Murder" and what I planted was the "Twenty-Four Solar Terms". I planted a bean in "Grain Rain" and scattered the beans to become soldiers, and three thousand golden armors devoured the vassal king's cavalry who wanted to rebel; I buried a master's corpse in "Mangzhong", and it blossomed and bore fruit, and the "blood lotus" produced made everyone look like a dragon; on the night of "Great Cold", I used the entire river and lake as a nursery, fattened by the luck of the warriors in the world, just to ask the aloof immortal when the Heavenly Gate opened: "Since all mortals are the dregs of medicine raised by you, would you like to turn into a handful of spring mud in my Chen family's field today? "