The System Forces Me to Be an Anti-Roll Farmer

I was a programmer in my previous life. 996,007, At two o'clock in the morning, just after running the last line of code, my vision went dark and my heart stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a drafty earth house, with calluses all over my hands and mud embedded between my fingernails. The girl in the village slapped me in the face in front of everyone, and slapped the divorce letter on my face: "You can't even farm well, and you still want to marry me?" I knelt in the dry field, unable to lift the hoe. The villagers gathered around and laughed: "What's the use of studying too much? I can't even eat enough!" At that moment, I finally understood—— My father died of exhaustion in the fields, and my mother starved to death in bed, not because she was not diligent, but because she was too diligent. Our ancestors have been making the same mistake for generations: exchanging life for food and enduring hardship. Until that day, a voice sounded in my head: "Ding! The anti-involution farming system is activated." "Newbie's task: increase the yield per mu by 30%, otherwise the happiness will be reduced to zero." I laughed. In my previous life, they forced me to commit suicide. In this life, the system forces me to be a "lazy person". But they don't know—— Real laziness does not mean not working. It's about working with your brain, making every drop of sweat worth the price of admission. I want the whole village to understand: Farming should not be about living. Living is to cultivate the land better. And it all starts with a pedal water pump... Wow—— The water column rises into the sky, like a bolt of lightning tearing apart the old era. I know that from this moment on, I am no longer the good-for-nothing scholar whose engagement was broken off. I am—— Zhou Ye, the father of half-day farming.