The global pixelated apocalypse has come, cities have fallen, and zombies are rampant. Chen Gou, who was unemployed after graduating from the Agricultural College, returned to his hometown and said calmly: "I have been preparing for three years, just waiting for the day when I don't have to pay the Internet fee."
The ancestral vegetable garden has suddenly become a "transfer station for all worlds", randomly connecting to a strange world every day:
A big figure in the world of immortality exchanged a flying sword for tomatoes and commented that "this thing contains the way of heaven";
The elf princess exchanged the magic spring water for leeks, believing that this was the "holy thing of the East for hair growth";
The wasteland mechanic exchanged modified weapons for Chinese cabbage and left a message that "it's 10,000 times more delicious than canned radiated cockroaches."
Is the end of the world scary? Chen Gou carried a hoe and said, "It's not a big problem. Let's plant vegetables first."
Dead Rising? After harvesting this crop of eggplants, the order for elixirs from the Immortal Cultivation World next door has not yet been shipped!
While other survivors were grieving and fighting monsters, Chen Gou's "Farming Commune" had built fortifications using elf vines mixed with wasteland steel plates. The square dance aunt used the "most dazzling ethnic style" to trap zombies, and the former Michelin chef studied steamed mutated carp...
Until one day, the vegetable garden suddenly connected to the world of Cthulhu, and the seaweed in exchange began to sing; the observer civilization cast a scrutinizing gaze; the high-dimensional idol group forced a tour... Chen Gou looked at his increasingly weird vegetable garden and sighed: "I just want to cultivate a field quietly, why is it so difficult?"
Anti-AI apocalypse + farming in all worlds, others survive in the apocalypse, and I engage in agricultural import and export trade in the apocalypse!
