After being laughed at by the whole village as a fool for three years, Han Shiwen had had enough. Traveling to this bullshit alien world, the land is saline-alkali land, the river is dry, and even a chicken is too thin to stand up. He was just about to accept his fate when he went down with his hoe and heard cursing sounds coming from the ground. Han Shiwen squatted down and found that Carrot was scolding Potato next door for being shameless in grabbing fertilizer. The whole village was in an uproar. Kuang Shiwen, the nephew of the village chief, was furious and insisted on asking him to hand over the secret to growing fairy grains. Han Shiwen scratched his head and threw a bundle of talking leeks into the market. No one thought that the ability of three sentences would later create an empire in a granary.
