Traveling through time and becoming a down-and-out scholar in the Tang Dynasty, Li Xuandao just wanted to farm and provide for his retirement. Unexpectedly, I woke up and understood the strange ability of plants to complain. The rice in the field cried out for thirst, and the onions beside the stove complained about the lack of oil. What's even more outrageous is that modern seeds come with drip irrigation and insect repellent black technology. The villagers laughed at him as crazy, the court investigated him as a monster, and the world robbed him of his skills. But he lay down and planted melons: "I plant my land, what does it have to do with you?" The out-of-season fruits and vegetables shocked the court, vines wrapped around official boots, and strawberries were harvested by imperial envoys. Buddhist youths rely on crops to create an ancient pastoral utopia, where they grow whatever they plant and specialize in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction. (Low fantasy, low martial arts, few fighting plots, mainly farming)
