Lu Qinghuai, the last spiritual planter of the Elf Royal Court, has cultivated for 800 years and can make dead trees bloom and lotuses grow on the battlefield.
Then the magic circle exploded and he passed through.
He only had 10% of his spiritual power left, his ID card belonged to someone else, half an acre of wasteland in the yard, and the vegetables from Aunt Wang's house next door were even burnt.
Lu Qinghuai squatted on the ground and watched for a long time before making a decision that went against his ancestors——
Plant vegetables.
Three months later.
Aunt Wang: Qinghuai, why are my tomatoes not as sweet as yours? Uncle Chen: That cat is riding on Dahuang again! Lin Ye: Brother, five hundred thousand has been played! The variety show team is here! Orange cat: Meow. (Translation: Humans can't do it this time) Dahuang: Woof! (Translation: Brother Cat is right)
Lu Qinghuai thinned the cabbage seedlings expressionlessly.
He really just wanted to grow vegetables.
Intention: Return to the pastoral nature, treat the people and the world around you with kindness and patience, and find peace and belonging in ordinary daily life.
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There is a feeling that the protagonist is an expert but the expert must be written out
There is a feeling that the protagonist is an expert but the expert must be written out