Once he traveled through time, his family was left with nothing but walls.
Making sugar, dyeing cloth, cement... Relying on the memories of his previous life, Mo Xiao quietly started his farming career, and by the way, he helped ordinary people in Daduan Dynasty get rid of poverty and become rich.
It's just... People seem to have a lot of misunderstandings about him.
Farmer: Since using Mo Shenxian's recipe, one acre of food is worth as much as three or four acres before!
Patient: Without Mo Xianren's Puji elixir, all the people in our county would have died from the epidemic!
Craftsman: How could anyone build such a palace as beautiful as the Heavenly Palace in one month if it wasn't for gods descending to earth?
Scholar: If heaven does not give birth to a saint, eternity will be like a long night.
Emperor: I understand you. The power and wealth in this world are like floating clouds to you. I have offered sacrifices to heaven and named you the Nine-Heaven Thunder Ancestor God Xiao Puhua Tianzun!
In this regard, Mo Xiao himself wildly denied: I am not! I don't! Stop talking nonsense!
Purpose: Spread scientific knowledge and improve productivity