Everyone's Back in the Village, So Who's Still Putting Up With Toxic Relatives?

[Urban Life] [Giving Up] [Lighthearted Comedy] [God-Tier Craftsmanship] [Lie Flat] "I've busted my back making deliveries for ten years, and I've only got three thousand yuan left. Whoever wants to compete in this rat race can go ahead. I'm going back to the village to eat and wait for death!" He returned to his dilapidated old brick house, hoping to spend his days as a lazy fish. But when he casually opened his grandfather's battered account book, it automatically activated the God-Tier All-Trades Deduction System! His bloodsucking uncle schemed to take half the eastern wing, so he hit back with a building-code violation report and saddled him with a huge debt. The local tyrant monopolized raw materials and went red-eyed with rage as he blocked roads everywhere, while he calmly basked in the sun and drank tea in his yard. A multinational agricultural conglomerate poured tens of millions into gaming the subsidy system, only for him to play them into a cash-flow crisis right there at the auction! Senior market regulators, business tycoons, and academicians from the provincial agricultural sciences institute lined up at his firewood gate every day to bring him permits and equipment. "Boss Qin, please take a look at this plan for three thousand mu of farmland!" He yawned and waved them away. "Stop bringing things over. I'm going fishing today. If you bring any more, my yard really won't have room."