Spatial Spirit Spring: From Spoiled Rice Porridge to the Richest Man in One Year

I transmigrated to Ox Village and became the family’s most despised laborer.

Shen Qi thought he was destined to die miserably in the mud.

Then, on the brink of death, he activated the portable space in his sea of consciousness.

It not only held an inexhaustible supply of healing spirit liquid, but could also keep anything fresh and store things out of thin air!

If my own parents treat me like a beast of burden, then I don’t have to treat them like family.

Split the household! Make it on my own!

He watered the fields with spirit spring water, and the rice he grew became so sought-after that the capital’s nobles fought over it.

He brewed liquor with spirit spring water, and one sip was better than being an immortal.

When Shen Qi returned to his hometown with a fortune and an imperial plaque, his biased parents rushed up to him in tears:

“My son, your younger brother is starving to death. Please save us!”

Shen Qi raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s that got to do with me?”