I'm Growing Crops in Ancient Times
我在古代搞种植
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 423k Words
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Updated
- 2y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
133Chapters
1.2kFavorites
392Nutrient gifts
1.3kClicks per chapter
250Comments
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Reader comments 39
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Can the author correct the typo? I feel a little sorry that I paid for it.
Looking at it now, I don't think this planting system is particularly useful to the protagonist. I only sell fruits a few times and buy additional recipes, which seems a bit useless. It can be written as two books, one for imperial examination and one for farming and business.
I read Chapter 87. I went back and read the article notes and found that there was a child?_?? What is the use of the system in this article? Now that I see that this broken system has not helped his family, the system has produced so much and he has no intention of improving the food at home. I don't quite understand...
Just count with your fingers, where is the progress?
I wonder, after American empire, is there any empire? If we don't proclaim ourselves emperor, who dares to do so?
Once your identity is clear, you have to share weal and woe. Life and death are linked to each other, and good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.
Who has such a high position at such a young age, is it Huo Qiaoqi or Yue Shaobao?
What's wrong with Dongping? What did the master and grandma say that year?
When food prices rise, the world will be in chaos
If you freeze to death, it's just like usual, and nothing happened. Just do whatever you have to do. If you plant this, you can resist the cold. If you don't plant it, you'll have to resign yourself to fate.