As the only three college students in the village, Lin Yan decided to go home and farm in anger after being fired by his sinister boss.
One-third of an acre of land at home is the starting point of his dream.
On the first day, he hoeed the soil and uprooted an obstructive weed in the field.
The next day, the weeds grew more lush in the original place, and even a few more buds sprouted next to them.
Lin Yan was angry: "Look at my pesticides and herbicides. If you don't believe me, I can't cure you!"
He didn't know that the grass was an ancient immortal plant. The only remaining seed after the war floated to the corner of this corner with thin spiritual energy.
It finally sprouted, but the roots were almost dug out by a mortal with a hoe.
Xianzhi was also angry: "Where do you come from with such a short-sighted human being? Look at me, your vegetables are harvestless and you can't even eat a single piece of fertilizer!"
Then, a strange scene took place in the field:
During the day, Lin Yan worked hard to weed and fertilize; at night, the immortal plants fought for nutrients and grew wildly.
Until the eggplants and tomatoes in the field looked like they were playing tricks; on the contrary, the wild grasses were flourishing, as if they were silently mocking him.
Lin Yan sighed in frustration: "The times are bad. The weather is too dry and the land is too barren. As expected, it is better for me to go to work."
After a year of battling wits and courage with college students, Xianzhi was finally tired.
Decided not to be as ordinary as ordinary people, and reluctantly gave out one thousandth of his spiritual energy to the surrounding vegetables.
Then a miracle happened.
The vegetables and fruits grown by Lin become extremely sweet, have their own fragrance, and can even strengthen the body!
His eyes lit up and he regained his confidence: "I'll tell you what! I'm a century-old Stardew Valley player, who has more talent in farming than me!"
Lingzhi: "..."
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Lingzhi just lived in the ground.
It takes root and sprouts, hides its power and bides its time, blossoms and bears fruit, and waits for the spiritual energy to recover, then escapes into the mountains to seek revenge on the old enemy.
Unexpectedly, a passing monk discovered the clue.
Lin Yan went to the field and took a look: "Where did the thief come from!"
A hoe almost cut off the little monk's head.
But the immortal cultivator shouted: "Little friend! Your grass has become a spirit, run away!"
Lin Yan looked back and saw that the man had long flowing hair, an awe-inspiring aura, and a good temperament.
He immediately put down his hoe, straightened his clothes, and smiled at this immortal man: "Why are you running? Isn't this my wild husband that grew out of the ground?"
Intention: Let's talk about it later