Rebirth of the Pastoral Emperor

He blew up the research institute where he had been imprisoned for fifteen years. Before he could enjoy the wonderful freedom, he was driven off a cliff by a drunkard. At the last moment of his life, Li Jie only had time to raise his middle finger to the sky! Open your eyes again. Barren mountains, haunted houses, mass graves, plus a tender white dumpling lying among the bones and biting his fingers. Li Zie: What the hell? ······ Picking up a dilapidated body, carrying less than two taels of silver in their arms, driving a broken carriage, holding a white dumpling in their arms, mother and son, ah, bah, the troubled duo began their survival plan. However, the reality is so cruel! There are tens of thousands of buildings on the vast land, but not a single tile belongs to them. There are thousands of hectares of fertile fields on the outskirts of the city, but not a single grain of rice belongs to them. One day suddenly. "Ding, it has been detected that the host has met the system assessment standards. The first-generation life mentor system has been successfully activated. No. 011 Is at your service." System? Can you build a house and give her enough to eat? Cannot! Li Jie Siya: What do you need? No. 011, Right little finger: It's still somewhat useful. He responded with a cold face. The system was so useless that Li Jie finally forced himself from being a loser in life to becoming a decathlete. When the white dumplings rose from tender little dumplings to cute big dumplings, No. 011, Who had been hiding for so long that Li Zi had almost forgotten about them, secretly reminded: "Host, it's time to get to work!" Li Jie: How dare you show up for this garbage system! System 011: Reject the ginseng cock! At first, Li Zie thought this system was just useless, but later, she realized it. 011 If you don't do it, it will be a big one! Do you want to know about a generation of imperial masters?