Farming in Ancient Times Started with Three Bamboos

Lin Mo felt that he must have done something wrong in his previous life. I just graduated from Agricultural University, and as soon as I finished my thesis defense, my eyes went dark and I wore it. There is no better place to wear it than to go to the ancient world - a ghost place where gods fight and mortals suffer. All he has is three dying bamboos and three drops of water! "Others traveled through time and sent artifacts and elixirs, but you gave me three diseased bamboo trees? There is a limit to being stingy!" Complaints are complaints, but the dog's life is at stake. He planted the bamboos, poured the spiritual fluid on them, and when he opened his eyes the next day, the bamboos had grown into a forest. Okay, let's farm! Build bamboo houses, open spiritual fields, raise spiritual animals, and build blessed places. Others cultivate immortality by meditating, while he cultivates immortality by farming. Others were struck by lightning when they were overcoming calamities, but his harvest was doubled when he was overcoming calamities. What's even more outrageous is that the spiritual liquid produced by the three bamboo trees mutated in some way - the wilting weeds were poured with elixir, the injured otter was poured with scales, and even the ordinary bison calf grew in the direction of the hill after being fed several times. Later he learned that this spiritual liquid could repair the origin of blood - the more degraded the ancient relics were, the more powerful the effect would be. A few years later, Zizhu Farm became the largest supplier of spiritual materials in the three worlds. Spiritual rice is sold out, and spiritual honey is in short supply. Other people's spirit beasts are still pulling carts, but his spirit beast can already spray water arrows, carry a thousand pounds, and patrol mountains and protect courtyards. Some people said sourly that he, a farmer, could be so arrogant. Lin Mo leaned against the door of his bamboo house, chewing freshly picked red berries, and replied unhurriedly: "What happened to the farmers? Did they eat your rice?"