I, Song Wangshu, an interstellar farmer, start with a dying planet. The nutrition cabin is crowded with genetic evolvers who are waiting for food, and the three-body tyrants who are eating in the radiation soil are watching eagerly. Are they laughing at me for growing potatoes in the interstellar wasteland? When my fingers touch the soil, the DNA and plant gene chains begin to resonate perfectly! Radiation-resistant rice makes evolvers call it fairy ration, and a Titan vine directly strangles the invader's giant mecha. They didn't know that this third-rate pioneer contained a third-era god-level plant gene bank in his body - green plants in his left hand to create oxygen, and explosives in his right hand to crush the galaxy. Huh, farming? I planted civilization out of the wasteland, and turned the galaxies into vegetable gardens.
