Animism: My Farm Is a Little Weird

Greene Hammer, the most "hard-working" frontier farmer in history. The supply of psychic eggs produced by his farm exceeds demand, his irrigation system is 10,000 years ahead of its time, and gold mines can even grow on the ground beneath his feet. In the eyes of the outside world: he is an alchemist master who masters forbidden magic, a saint who is favored by the goddess of the earth, and a mysterious lord who makes countless dragons and elf princesses travel thousands of miles to purchase "divine objects". In Green's eyes: He is just playing a slightly difficult relationship development game. "Wendy (well spirit), the water temperature is a bit low today. Please help me raise it by two degrees." "Gaia (spirit of the earth), don't stay in bed, hurry up and ripen the crops, and I'll give you extra food tonight." Faced with the aggressive chamber of commerce that came to acquire the farm. Green sighed and patted the clucking reed chicken next to him: "Isabella, show them your 'Phoenix True Fire'." ——I'm really just farming. As for these harems... No, these farm employees, they are really hardworking.