Yan Lin was reborn six years after the apocalypse. Looking at the polluted land where no plants could grow and the useless iron broom beside him, he sighed.
Yan Lin: Everyone else has all kinds of powers in the space system. Just give me a broom. What's the use?
A few days later, a signboard was erected where Yan Lin was.
"Clean pollutants from the land. Just place an order and it will be delivered immediately, saving time and effort. What are you waiting for? It's better to act than to think!"
The neighbor next door pointed at the sign and said tremblingly: "Can this really clean the land of pollutants?"
Yan Lin held up the broom and said, "Don't worry, it's OK!"
With a sweep of the broom, the land pollution was instantly swept away, and potatoes, cabbage and sweet potatoes grew on the previously barren land!
The eyes of everyone in the base lit up: "I'll place an order too! I'll place an order too!"
Yan Lin: "Take your time! Don't rush! It's all there!"
Many years later, as the world's richest man, Yan Lin looked at the farmland full of crops and smiled happily.
Everyone: How did you start from being clean and embark on the road to becoming the richest man?
Yan Lin: Luck, it's all luck...
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