The Whole Village Knows I Can Summon the Howling Celestial Dog

I’m Li Fengshou, a college student who returned to his hometown to start a business, and I’ve been bound to a voice-controlled farming System.

Recite poetry to the crops and you can make them ripen. Sounds pretty amazing, right?

Then one night, my dog Er Gouzi stole my phone and accidentally triggered voice input with a shout: “Summon the Golden-Armed Deity!”

The System went haywire. The whole village went haywire.

The next day, everyone saw me squatting at the village entrance, facing a husky in tight golden armor. It was squatting too, with drool pooling on the ground.

Auntie Wang said, “That dog looks pretty dim, but the outfit’s too small. I’ll alter it with my sewing machine.”

Uncle Zhao took a sip of tea. “Fengshou, just tell me. Is someone pretending to be a dog?”

I said no. Uncle Zhao stared for a while, then nodded. “Right. Nobody could act that dumb.”

Later, the golden-armored husky dug up Uncle Zhao’s vegetable patch and unearthed a wild ginseng from the Guangxu era. We sold it for 8,000 yuan.

The whole village went green with envy. “Fengshou! Let your dog have a look around our fields too!”

After that, watermelons sprang up overnight across a hundred mu of wasteland, and a dead jujube grove came back to life. The town’s inspectors said the fruit was the sweetest in the county.

The owner of an agricultural company came to our door. “I’ll give you 200,000 yuan for that dog.”

The golden-armored husky squatted in front of him and barked once.

Er Gouzi ran off with his business card in its mouth.

The whole village burst out laughing.

My dog knows how to farm, and the whole village is my field. Who’s with me, and who’s against me?