Grand Minister of Agriculture: I Really Don’t Want to Farm

The poison has completely taken effect; you all have to give up your cultivation of immortality if you can't resist it!

I just finished reading a farming-themed book and they recommended this one to me. I couldn't finish it; it was too frustrating. These days, "power fantasy" stories are all the rage. This kind of frustrating, slave-like money-making genre is probably over. The ones next door, like the one about selling tea for 50,000 yuan a pound and then raising the price later, are much better. That 500,000-word novel has dozens of times more readership than this one.

🉐 What a great idea! The writing is terrible. It's a jumble of cultivation, martial arts, and reality—if you're going to farm, just farm properly. The cheat codes are ridiculous, and the whole thing is just bizarre and nonsensical. This author hasn't even tried that yet. Can't watch it, can't watch it Alas, Shennong is dead.

The further you go, the less you can bear to watch it; it's tasteless to watch but a pity to throw away.

I was quite interested at first, especially the first chapter, "The Most Beautiful School Beauty" 🥵.

It got less and less interesting as it went on; the main character was like a money-giving boy, constantly trying to please everyone.

He persisted until he fished in the pool, but had already died.

Even a dog could outwit the protagonist and order him around like a dog.

With this cheat code, I dare to challenge the four major grain merchants.

My family's forty-year-old tea trees are three to four meters tall, while the protagonist's century-old wild tea tree is only a little over one meter tall...