Poor Little Fairy Farmer

Su Wan Ning's eyes darkened as she looked like a farm girl whose father was dying of a disease and her younger siblings were crying for food. The dilapidated house is leaking, the rice vat is bottoming out, the best relatives are watching with eager eyes, and there is still unknown poison in the belly? This is a hellish start! Just when she was gritting her teeth and preparing to dig out the soil to survive by relying on the agricultural knowledge of her previous life, when she was about to die, a mysterious drop of dew fell between her eyebrows - Spring came to life in the barren mountains and dead trees, and spiritual springs gush out of the barren land? ! Others farm and rely on the sky for their livelihood, but she farms... And relies on turning stones into gold? No, it's a little bit of soil that creates a spirit! The fragrance of spiritual rice spreads ten miles away, spiritual fruits prolong life, and spiritual vegetables are hard to find. The sneers in the past turned into flattery, and the disdain in the past turned into admiration. The spiritual plant in his left hand changed his destiny against the will of heaven, and the fairy spring in his right hand brought spring back to life. Su Wanning took her whole family and watered a beautiful fairy road in the mud of this poor family. However, why is the eyes of that handsome hunter who she always "encounters by chance" on the edge of her field become more and more scorching? Why did the dusty jade on his waist vaguely resonate with the dewdrops in her sea of ​​consciousness?