My Days Farming in the Apocalypse (GL)

In 20XX, an unknown virus swept across the globe.

To contain the pandemic, humanity entered a three-year "quarantine period."

When the quarantine began, Tang Han was driving a rented van packed with supplies, heading back to her hometown for the New Year.

Her hometown was a small village deep in the mountains. Every family had over a thousand jin of grain in storage, vegetables in the fields, pigs in the pens, and fish in the ponds. There were also hundreds of mu of farmland waiting to be planted, and forests stretching as far as the eye could see.

Tang Han rolled up her sleeves, slung a woodcutter's knife over her back, and hefted a hoe. "As a descendant of Shennong, it's time to unleash the power in my blood!"

Jiang Dai, the tech worker who can't lift or carry a thing: "How about you put down the knife first, then we can talk this over?"

The everyday life of a group of ordinary people happily farming, eating, and drinking.

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Description:

As the most striking presence in the chemistry department, Associate Professor Ju is rigorous and disciplined, with exceptional knowledge. She holds others to high standards and herself to even higher ones, an unattainable flower on a high peak in the eyes of students and faculty alike.

One day, a relative left their child in Associate Professor Ju's care.

The "child," twenty-year-old Song Xian, is a free-spirited, gleeful punk who loves to cut loose. She agreed to be left with her relative so she could go play on a computer at an internet cafe.

Before meeting Ju Yue, Song Xian imagined her as old-fashioned and stern, the sort who wore long sleeves even in summer and kept every strand of hair in place, perfectly matching her memory of a school discipline director.

Someone like that could never be compatible with her own free-spirited soul!

After meeting her, Song Xian discovered her imagination had been spot-on.

But looking at that dreamlike face right in front of her,

Song Xian said, "I'm in! I'm willing! Please, do♀ discipline♀ me♀ properly!"

Theme: The protagonists support each other through thick and thin and build a deep bond in the face of hardship.