I cultivated for a thousand years, then failed my tribulation?
I woke up as a young educated woman in the 1970s, where there wasn't enough food to go around.
The spiritual energy was so thin I could barely ripen a single row of tomatoes.
Scumbags were everywhere, but all I wanted was to boost the grain yield.
That is, until an agricultural technician in glasses came over with a notebook and asked:
“What fertilizer did you use on these eggplants?”
“Cultivating immortality, cultivating immortality, all the way to the 1970s, and I still have to fill my stomach first...” A thousand years of cultivation can't beat a bowl of hot porridge. After running out of spiritual power, I learned to farm scientifically.
