Wang Tiezhu, an agricultural machinery operator, unexpectedly transmigrated to the Zhenguan era. He brought along a tracked tractor, too.
All he wanted was to use the iron beast to clear land and grow crops, so he could survive and find a place for himself in a chaotic age.
But when the tractor roared to life, its iron body rumbling as its tracks crushed the hard-packed wasteland, the villagers had never seen such a metal contraption. They all fell to their knees and worshipped it as an ancient divine chariot sent from heaven.
The story spread farther and farther. People from neighboring villages came to pray for blessings, county officials secretly gathered evidence and made drawings, and even the reclusive Wanfa Sect set its sights on this “divine ox.”
Wang Tiezhu was completely dumbfounded.
It was just a tractor for plowing fields, not some divine artifact!
But with the authorities, sects, and village rumors closing in one after another, he had to protect his farming equipment and find a way to survive, one step at a time, in the Tang Dynasty.
The writing style is so strong. The steering wheel locks, the earth shakes and the mountain falls, and the reminder text on the broken glass surface is full of sensory shock. The old farmer shouts "demon cow" and the atmosphere immediately fills up. The detail of the girl grinding grass juice at the end is definitely the key to breaking the game. The foreshadowing is just right, waiting for the male protagonist to activate the tractor to counterattack! As the author of this book, when I wrote "Zhenguan: My Tractor Was Regarded as an Ancient God's Driving", I deliberately abandoned the clichéd writing method of crushing at the beginning of a time-travel novel, and focused on the story of a low-class woman's desperate survival. The heroine Zhao Xiaoman was trapped in a deserted mountain village where her family used her marriage to pay off debts. A tractor falling from the sky was her only means of survival. Instead of letting the heroine show off her skills in a high-profile manner immediately, I designed a daily plot of forbearance to open up wasteland, deal with the rumors spread by the goddess, and the calculations of the tribe, and used forbearance to pave the way for a sense of counterattack. The story combines farming survival, local customs, and contrasting fantasy aspects. It focuses on survival layout in the early stage. Later, more magical uses of farm tools will be unlocked, facing clan oppression and feudal shackles. Readers who like farming counterattacks and contrasting imagination can read it slowly. Everyone is also welcome to leave your thoughts on the plot direction in the comment area.