When he woke up, Chen Mo changed from a migrant worker who was hit by a large truck to a poor boy who was about to starve to death in a ravine in 1955.
A shabby house, half a bag of corn, and a village boss who misses his family's three acres of sloping land comes to his door every day.
[Ding, it has been detected that the host is starving to death, urgent delivery.
Good guy, the golden finger is here - the portable spiritual spring space, the spring water irrigates the ground, what you plant grows, the corn is sweeter than the greenhouse products of later generations, the medicinal materials become spiritual, and no one makes a sound when you drink it.
Chen Mo had only one thought in his mind: three years of difficult times, right? Starving to death, right?
I'm sorry. Not only will I starve to death on this one-third of an acre, but I also have to feed the entire Dongtun villagers.
From an acre of Lingquan field to contracting barren hills, setting up a farm, and engaging in breeding, Chen Mo grew a legend of an era in this ravine.
The village tyrant wants to grab land? Slap in the face. Buyer lowers price? Slap in the face. Look down on his snobbery? Slap them all in the face.
This is a story about a traveler who relies on a glimpse of a spiritual spring to plant a poor ravine into a cornucopia.
