Chen Sanjin's soul traveled sixty years. When he opened his eyes, he was on the road to escape, and he was so hungry that he had only one breath left.
Bind to the daily intelligence system, the first message: There is half a bag of sweet potatoes three miles to the west.
He crawled over to dig out the grain and survived. In this world, there are natural and man-made disasters, and people die of hunger everywhere.
While others were waiting for death, he relied on intelligence to avoid heavy rains, dig wild vegetables, and search for hidden grains to survive in desperate situations.
From being on the verge of starving to death to clearing wasteland and cultivating land, building shacks, digging canals to divert water, and setting up workshops.
Bringing the refugees together to keep warm, step by step, they turn the barren mountains and rivers into a prosperous place.
One piece of information every day, no supplies, only clues, all based on brain.
There is no golden finger to get rich, there is only success step by step due to poor information.
This is a farming record of digging food from the dead.
PS, fully revised, thank you all
Reader comments
What the hell is this sixty years ago? ? ? ? It's both a network and a printer. I'm afraid it's the 1990s.
What the hell is this sixty years ago? ? ? ? It's both a network and a printer. I'm afraid it's the 1990s.