When Zhou Yi woke up on Monday, he discovered that he had transmigrated to an interstellar age three thousand years in the future. He had become a little miner who had been kidnapped and was being exploited in a shady mining operation. His only job each day was to shovel ore with a tiny iron shovel, and his only food was nutrient solution that tasted like dish soap and gasoline.
Zhou Yi was numb. “Has anyone ever started out as miserably as me, another transmigrator?”
After ten years of miserable mining, the unscrupulous mining conglomerate was finally taken down, and the rescued Zhou Yi was moved to tears.
Was he finally going to get normal food!?
One day later, Zhou Yi was at a hospice, still drinking the cheapest dish-soap-and-gasoline-flavored nutrient solution. “Thanks for asking, but I can’t stay in this future world where there isn’t even any normal food.”
So, for the sake of his meals, Zhou Yi rolled up his sleeves, pulled out a farming manual, and began farming and cooking in an interstellar age that had no natural resources.
A short story written for practice
Theme: Hard work brings rewards
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Yay! I like interstellar farming (I don't want too many cheats, such as the system)
Please update!
So pretty! Really farming?