Chen Jianguo, 42, died.
He worked himself to death from overtime. He was single, owned no home, and didn't have enough money in his bank account to buy a grave. After drifting through the city for twenty years as a corporate drone, he didn't even have anyone to see him off in the end.
Then he came back to life.
When he opened his eyes, he had become the youngest son of the Chen family, a 16-year-old boy in the Anhui countryside in 1981. The scene before him was so absurd he almost laughed: a mud-brick house with a leaking roof, rice soup so thin it reflected people's faces, his mother's hunched back, his eldest brother going gray from worrying over three mu of poor farmland, his second sister hiding her withdrawal application because she couldn't afford tuition, and his eldest sister marrying without even a decent wedding dress.
In his previous life, he had no family. This time, Heaven had given him four loved ones, along with a mountain of debt.
The good news was that something called the "Farming System" had appeared in his mind: visualized soil fertility, optimized livestock raising, and market alerts. It was a "golden finger" designed for farmers. The bad news was that he was 16, the youngest son, and the person with the least say in the family. His eldest brother ran the household, and the whole family treated his words like a fart.
What could he do? Start by proving himself with one plot of land.
Everyone said nothing would grow on the barren wasteland on the west slope, where even weeds refused to grow. He crouched at the edge of the field for three days and nights as the System's data flashed before his eyes: low nitrogen, low phosphorus, and an imbalanced pH. He took a shovel to the land, using wood ash, manure, crop rotation, and deep plowing. Every step was measured down to the inch.
On the day of the autumn harvest, one plot of sweet potatoes stunned the entire village: the yield was 2,400 jin per mu, seven times what the west slope used to produce.
From one plot to ten mu, from one person to the whole village, from a mud-brick house to
