I Rely on Live Broadcast Farming to Lead the Planet Out of Poverty

"On this planet, you can feel comfortable eating royal food. You make these guys unable to move their hands, unable to carry their shoulders, and daydreaming about the free salted fish falling from the sky to farm their own food. Are you kidding me? Why do you have to do such a thankless job?" Aren't you a pure injustice? Lin Xihang sneered. He, the top pick on the imperial list, was assigned to this remote planet. What was the difference between this and exile? He didn't dislike it yet, but these people first thought he was nosy? "You don't listen to me, do you?" "It doesn't matter, I'll tell your father when I go back." Jiang Zhuo: "..." Lin Xihang, who finally got his wish and started farming, found that in addition to being able to eat during the harvest period, people all over the planet had to go without food during this period. What kind of decision is this to dig up people's ancestral graves? Okay, then let's perform live broadcast, there is always such a kind and kind-hearted rich woman who is willing to make rockets for my face. The people of Planet Z were choked speechless by this shameless man, and watched the show speechless. Anyway, they are already so bad that there is no room for them to get any worse, so the elites from this big planet can just play around. They benefit from it if they play well, and they can also watch a joke if they don't play well. Then, the special effects of the gifts on the live broadcast page continued every day. Seeing the soaring performance, the people were satisfied and drove the sports car given by the fans, and wanted to say goodbye to this elite who returned to the game in glory. Unexpectedly, this greedy elite attracted their third prince and started singing in the fields. The combination of the stage created by the wheat field and the extremely cool third prince was very strange, but the person involved was smiling sweetly at the social elite above. People: When did our third prince become so easy to talk to? Fan A: Is this something you can knock on? Fan B: Doing anything will only make me nutritionally balanced. Lin Xihang, who went to study abroad in a foreign department, spent six years studying agriculture. After graduation, he finally passed the imperial examination of the Phil Department and entered the royal family. He was determined to help the Phil Department solve the dilemma of only importing food. However, because he was inconsistent with the concept of this galaxy where science and technology were highly developed and farming was eliminated, Lin Xihang was never taken seriously. The first time the star master knew his name was because he was a scumbag at work. As a result, the grand agricultural plan was sent to a marginal planet before anyone could hear it. —— "On this planet, you can feel comfortable eating royal food. You make these guys unable to move their hands, unable to carry their shoulders, and daydreaming about the free salted fish falling from the sky to farm their own food. Are you kidding me? Why do you have to do such a thankless job?" Aren't you a pure injustice? Although Jiang Zhuo didn't say the next sentence, Lin Xihang still smiled coldly. He, the top pick on the imperial list, was assigned to this remote planet. What was the difference between this and exile? He hasn't disliked it yet, but this person first thinks that he is nosy? "Third Prince, you won't listen, right? Then I'll tell your father." Jiang Zhuo: "..." After taking down the boss who was not doing his job properly, Lin Xihang began to gradually attack this group of star citizens who were just waiting for death. "I'm guaranteed to make more money within a year than you do picking up trash." "What guarantee do you have?" "The third prince is my guarantor." Jiang Zhuo: "???" Lin Xihang, who finally started farming as he wished, turned around and started a live broadcast online in order not to embarrass the third prince. While taking pictures of Jiang Zhuo, who was covered in mud, he explained to the people on the other side of the screen. Fan A: What? ! I want to buy it! Mrs. Mrs. Grandpa, great-great-grandson can finally eat the carrots in your mouth. Fan B: Can I see what the seeds look like up close? Fan C: Sure enough, it's good to live as long as you can, and you can still eat the vegetables grown by the prince. Just when everyone thought that the daily live broadcast was just about farming, the new farmer prince picked up an electric guitar and stood in the wheat field and sang rock music. His popularity was such that the network managers worked overtime overnight. Wang Linxihang announced, "We will gradually launch the Wheatfield Music Love Variety Show. Brothers are welcome to continue watching." Fan D: "Is the third prince also a guest?" Lin Xihang: "He can be." Fan E: "What about you?" Lin Xihang: "I am the director." The third prince, who was still wielding a hoe in the field, was assigned a new job. He raised his head and smiled with a worthless look on his face, "You are not a guest, who should I fall in love with?" Fan F: This makes me laugh. Intention: Refuse to mess around and work hard to make money.