Shen Jian'an knelt in front of his wasteland with his three-year-old daughter in his arms. His wife ran away and his job was gone. The village tyrant Zhao Jinhu kicked over his last porridge bowl: "Pay the rent within seven days, or get out." The phone screen cracked into a spider web, and a blood-red pop-up window popped up: [Internet Celebrity Pastoral System Sign-in Successful - Spiritual Rice Seed × 1. Warning: After planting, you must live broadcast until maturity, otherwise the yield will be reduced by 50%; every time you sign in seven times, a disaster will come. ] He gritted his teeth and dug out the last handful of soil. On the seventh day, thunderclouds came over and the wooden house exploded into pieces. A golden ear of rice sprouted out of the scorched earth, and thirty thousand people poured into the live broadcast room instantly as the screen went black. "This special effect is worth hundreds of millions!" "Anchor, run, thunder is coming again!" Zhao Jinhu rushed into the field holding the contract: "Ten million, sell it to me!" Shen Jian'an wiped the blood on his face and pressed the live button: "Tonight's auction, the starting price is one yuan. But the buyer must stand next to me - see how the thunder strikes." Daughter Xiaosui was confused by the burning, but she clenched the corner of his clothes: "Dad, the thunder is so loud." He hugged his daughter tightly and smiled at the camera: "Be good, thunder specializes in killing bad guys."
