All Brave Men, What's Wrong with Me Just Farming?

In the brave summoning ceremony, everyone else was SSS-level warriors and SS-level mages, pointing their swords at the Demon King's City, vowing to save the world. When it was my turn - the only F-class hero in the room. In this way, I became the first brave person in history to be "returned". Later I learned that there were not many normal warriors in this class. SSS-level warriors call the high priest "an old fool" in the chat channel every day, occupy the mountain in the north and become the king, refusing to obey the deployment. SS-level mages monopolized the potion market and messed up the kingdom's economy. As a result, the Supervision Bureau was established, and supervisors were assigned to each brave person. The euphemistic name was to help us adapt, but in fact, we were afraid that we would become the second batch of "street gangs." And I, an F-level farmer, am naturally not on their priority list. But I picked up a few friends who share the same destiny with me: an orc warrior with a broken arm; a timid thief-tailor; A blind elven archer. Others laugh at me as a "waste dump". I said: It's just farming, what kind of SS level do you want? Later, I planted the magical level-up medicine that all brave men must use - experience fruit. Later, the former "strongest brave" team knelt at the door of my farm and begged me to sell a grass with "god-level properties". And I was lying on the wicker chair, watching the little fox count the money for me. "How many times have I told you, I won't sell it! But if you have a good attitude, we can still negotiate." This is my life in another world - no fighting, no involution, just farming, and by the way, giving the world a little bit of shock from the farmers. [Western fantasy, slow-burn farming, spiritual plants, animal pets, light novels, counter-routines]