Out of nowhere, Zhang Tao finds himself in a chat group called “Three Realms Chit-Chat Group.”
There are more than four hundred people in the group, and their nicknames are one more ridiculous than the next: Taibai Jinxing, Taishang Laojun, the Fairy Chang'e, Nezha, Yang Jian...
Zhang Tao thinks it's a group for role-playing kids and tries to leave, but there's no exit button.
Then he snatches a red envelope from a god, and a golden pill suddenly appears in his hand.
After swallowing it, he becomes ten times stronger, his skin turns a shade paler, his back and legs stop aching, and he can climb five flights of stairs without breaking a sweat.
Zhang Tao looks at his bank balance, then at the gods in the group, who have never even heard of spicy strips, iced tea, or cola.
He grins.
Spicy strips for peach saplings, iced tea for osmanthus leaves, cola for heavenly steed manure...
Other people farm at the mercy of the weather. Zhang Tao farms with his chat group.
Three years later, when all sorts of big shots come calling, Zhang Tao is squatting at the village entrance, feeding a dog.
“Hold on, let me answer this message first. The Earth God wants to trade for spicy strips again.”
