While Everyone Else Fights Monsters in the Apocalypse, I Become a Big Shot Through Farming

The third year of the apocalypse.

While everyone else desperately tries to awaken their powers, fight monsters, level up, seize territory, and stockpile supplies, fighting like mad dogs just to survive,

Chen Maidong crouches in his little courtyard, tosses five cloves of garlic into a pot, and stews a whole pot of potatoes.

He's socially anxious, quiet, and doesn't like going out. He always keeps three packs of tissues in his pocket, loves putting garlic in his food, goes to bed at nine sharp every night, and gets up at six sharp every morning. His routine is even more regular than before the apocalypse.

Some say he's an idiot, tending half an acre of land and three chickens. He'll starve to death sooner or later.

But then…

Wang Hu shows up with black iron armor, bowing and scraping as he begs to trade for thirty potatoes;

The base's team captain brings an ability crystal and politely asks to trade for half a sack of rice;

Even the base leader comes to his door in person with lavish gifts, all to trade for a basket of eggs.

A monster horde attacks, the whole base runs out of food, and everyone is starving.

Chen Maidong crouches in his courtyard, munching on potatoes with garlic, watching the long line of people at his gate waiting to trade for food. He sighs quietly.

I really just want to farm in peace and eat well. How did I become the person no one in the whole apocalypse can afford to offend?