[Double wear + wasteland farming + handing over to the country + strong woman + no CP + infrastructure + cool writing + imagination]
I died suddenly while working overtime and woke up as a desert lord in a wasteland world. The system forced me to grow vegetables in the radioactive land, otherwise I would die!
Growing vegetables? How can I, a working man, know this? With a handful of radioactive soil in my backhand, I rushed directly into the National Academy of Agricultural Sciences and hugged the thigh of the national treasure academician!
"Mr. Yuan! Please! Come with me!"
The security guards thought I was crazy, and the academicians thought I was doing performance art, until I teleported them all to the wasteland——
The white-haired old men looked at the mutated giant potatoes, their eyes brighter than searchlights: "Good guy! This production... Our country is about to take off!"
From then on, I built infrastructure in the wasteland, and academicians from all over the country served as my technical advisors; I built granaries in the desert, and the Chinese army protected me!
The wasteland mob looked at the torrent of steel behind me and was confused: "Wait, your lord... Why is there a country standing behind him?!"
Reader comments
It's great, everyone is here, from a villain to a screw. I don't know how long this alliance can last, but I hope the peace can last longer ˙ᗜ˙
It's great, everyone is here, from a villain to a screw. I don't know how long this alliance can last, but I hope the peace can last longer ˙ᗜ˙