I Started Farming and Became the Emperor of Agriculture for All Eternity.

After the catastrophe, the world was in chaos. Starving people are everywhere, and there are hordes of refugees. Zhao Feng traveled through a grassroots village in Chenghuang Village and started with three acres of saline-alkali land. Ten old, weak, sick and disabled people survived by eating tree bark. Rogue bandits robbed every day, and powerful men and women watched with eager eyes. The land cannot grow food, and no one dares to fight. I got a golden finger by accident. It can improve the soil, ripen crops, and transform farmers into soldiers. Miraculous wheat seeds multiply tenfold in one season, and irrigation technology turns dry land into fertile soil. Others rely on heaven to make a living, but he relies on the system to defy nature. Others are so hungry that they gnaw their skins, while he has piles of food in mountains. While others struggled to survive, he cultivated an army of iron-blooded farmers. Farming can produce black iron ore, and contact can produce plant fortresses. Starting from a deserted village, to forming alliances with hundreds of counties, and then to competing in the Central Plains. In the end, what he planted was not crops, but the foundation of the dynasty. What you sow is the galaxy and the world, and what you reap is the hearts and minds of the world. A plow cuts through the void, and all things can be plowed.