Li Xian, twenty-six years old, is not good at anything and ranks first in fishing. A bowl of Laotan pickled beef noodles that was half a year out of date successfully sent him to Datang.
Good news: Time traveled. Bad news: He turned into the poorest lazy man in Chengji County, Longxi - a broken house, two acres of wasteland, and a local dog that was about to starve to death. Even worse news: There is also a "Datang Live Broadcasting System" forcing him to open his business and connect to a certain modern music platform every night.
Li Xianyu just wanted to lie down, but the system wouldn't let him, the audience wouldn't let him, the village chief wouldn't let him, and even the emperor wouldn't let him.
He didn't want to be an official, he just wanted to cultivate one-third of an acre of land. But the drought came, the locusts came, and the people who fled sold their sons and daughters and knelt on the roadside to plant straw flags. He squatted on the ground and handed out handfuls of potatoes and dry food. "I hate to see people suffer," he said.
From Chengji County to Chang'an City, from planting potatoes to saving people. Li Shimin said: "As long as the people are still farming, the Tang Dynasty will not fall." Prince Li Chengqian cried and wanted to learn farming from him, Cheng Yaojin invited him to eat barbecue, and Wei Zheng held a bowl of cabbage and tofu to talk about the world. The barrage in the live broadcast room flew up: "Brother Xianyu! Let him build the canal!"
He still doesn't want to be an official, he still wants to lie down. But after seeing the most painful things in the world, I can no longer lie down.
"The salted fish will turn over, but I will always lie down. Lying on the ridge of the fields in the Tang Dynasty, watching the people of the world have enough to eat."
What does the system do?