When being chased to a dead end by a black pig, rural cultural tourism planner Shen Ce hugged a stone tablet.
"Help!"
"You can save me, just press your fingerprints first. Friendly reminder: Life-long tenure, no food and accommodation included, no resignation allowed."
"The pigs are almost here!"
"Then press it faster, it looks suitable for farming."
In this way, the rising star in the planning world became a lifelong tenant of an acre of broken land.
Other people's personal space starts with a divine spring, while his space starts with a bucket: a thousand kilograms of ordinary water can squeeze out one kilogram of low-grade spiritual water; a bite of cucumbers in the field will make you energetic, and as soon as you take out the space, it will immediately turn into a vegetable market for two yuan and a half kilograms; just when he wanted to grow some expensive goods to make a fortune, Kanda "clicked" downgraded, and the broken stone tablet was still applauding: "Congratulations, the freedom of wealth has not been achieved, but the return to poverty has been achieved in one step."
If he wants to upgrade Kanda, Shen Ce can only save those villages that are almost forgotten.
So, during the day, he relied on golden ideas to revitalize bamboo forests, ancient villages, terraced fields and orchards, and at night, he carried buckets into the space to work as cattle and horses. He saved people, made money, and attracted a lot of attention. He also had to keep Kanda a secret tighter than his bank card password. Once this secret was exposed, at least others would miss him, and at worst, he himself would be denied scientific research funding.
Shen Ce thought that as long as the village got better and better and the Kanda got bigger, sooner or later he would be able to live the life of a hermit without shame.
Until one day, the stone tablet that had never shut up suddenly lowered its voice:
"Don't plant it yet, something is knocking on the door."
