Lu Qinghe, a master of agriculture, traveled to a different world when he opened his eyes. Good news: He has become an earth god and has an organization. Bad news: In charge of a barren mountain where not even grass can grow, half of the temple has collapsed, there is no incense, the earth veins have dried up, and the people are extremely poor. When other people traveled through time, they started by dominating the world and dominating all directions, but he was better off, directly inheriting a broken mountain that was about to collapse. Lu Qinghe knelt down, picked up a handful of dry soil, and smiled. Bad land? Keep. No seedlings? Education. Doesn't the plant survive? That's because I haven't met people who farm. From then on, the world began to look wrong - while others were refining weapons and elixirs to seize heavenly and earthly treasures, he squatted in the field and hybridized spiritual rice; the powerful men beat him to death for a spiritual elixir, and he planted one at random; land, mountain gods, city gods, righteous gods... Others relied on meditating to become immortals, while he relied on farming to become gods. Are high-end cultivation resources monopolized? He wanted to plant a way that would benefit the three realms.
