I Rely on Farming to Become a God

A fairy seed, a hundred days of practice, six thousand brothers, a golden city. In a single thought, the immortal official of Yaochi banished six thousand golden ears and jade millet fairy seeds to the mortal world and fell into the desert in southern Xinjiang. Within a hundred days, they must cultivate the golden fruits in this deserted land where wind and sand are raging and demons are rampant before they can rejoin the immortal class. They met a stubborn old man - Chen Shoujiang, who had been farming for thirty years. He didn't know the magic of immortality and only knew how to farm, but he used the simplest perseverance to support this group of "little ancestors". From the panic when breaking the ground, to the connection of roots and veins in the wind and sand; from the line of life and death in the weaning calamity, to fighting side by side when condensing the elixir; from the hundreds of black dragons appearing during pollination, to the sacrifice of one's life to protect the elixir during the grouting; from the thousands of trees falling in the wind to build the city, to the complete merit of returning to the warehouse. One hundred days, six thousand corn plants, a practice that competes with the sky for destiny. They learned to take root, learn to take responsibility, and learn to work side by side. Got it – put your roots in the soil and give your hearts to each other. This is not the apotheosis of one person, but the legend of a group of people. This is not a fairy class in heaven, but a harvest in the world. Taking root in southern Xinjiang, I will never regret it; I will be golden every year and fill the world.