After Returning from Cultivation, I Planted the Barren Hills into Top-Notch

Xu Zhihe survived three hundred years in the world of cultivation. After failing to escape the tribulation, he woke up again in a modern hospital. The modern era has only been three years, but the family is already overwhelmed by debts: my father injured his leg, my mother closed her shop, and the Zhaoyun Mountain contracted by the Xu family will be signed away by cultural and tourism merchants at a low price tomorrow. Everyone said that it was an abandoned mountain. The roads collapsed, the water was cut off, the tea trees died, and the green plums did not bear fruit. Whoever took over would lose money. Xu Zhihe found a glimmer of hope at the dry well. She has no spiritual stones, no sect, and no magic to get rich overnight. She only has broken spiritual consciousness and three hundred years of experience in spiritual cultivation. The first basket of wild vegetables was sold for life-saving money. There were only seven people in the first live broadcast, but she insisted on keeping samples, testing soil, testing water, and not making random predictions. For sale. Later, the old well was opened, the tea trees sprouted, the green plum trees became forests, and the mountain products and mountain feasts of Zhaoyun Mountain gradually came out of the circle. Capital wanted to buy out her property, and the anchor wanted to take away her story. She only took the ledger, land, and family back into her own hands.