[Pure hand rubbing + blizzard natural disaster + farming struggle + spiritual spring space + decisive killing + refugee counterattack + not feeling aggrieved]
Blizzards fell continuously and there was severe famine for three years.
Lu Changfeng traveled through time and became a refugee. He only had half a life left at the beginning. At a critical moment, he bound to the spiritual spring space, brought with him an acre of fertile land and a pool of holy water, and gradually upgraded.
Planting food can be done in a few days. Drinking water will protect you from all diseases.
While others snatched tree bark, he hoarded mountains of grain and meat.
While others competed for gruel, he took in the refugees and built his own power.
Grow food, raise war horses, cure plagues, and win people's hearts.
The county magistrate came to grab food? Call back.
Are the princes coming to recruit you? Eat him.
When the snow melted, everyone discovered that the muddy legs in the snow had wiped out Liuhe.
Reader comments
Are you cultivating immortality? One drink of spiritual spring water will make you worth a hundred, right? The first time a man frightened dozens of bandits with a knife and they didn't dare to go up. The second time he frightened twenty or thirty horse-riding officials and they didn't dare to go up. They didn't even perform the show anymore. They wrote fantasy with historical titles.
I died from the poison in my forehead [cover my face] 4 stars for encouragement, come on
Are you cultivating immortality? One drink of spiritual spring water will make you worth a hundred, right? The first time a man frightened dozens of bandits with a knife and they didn't dare to go up. The second time he frightened twenty or thirty horse-riding officials and they didn't dare to go up. They didn't even perform the show anymore. They wrote fantasy with historical titles.
I died from the poison in my forehead [cover my face] 4 stars for encouragement, come on