Mediocre

Spiritual roots are given by God. Life is not. The fate of farming should not be determined by the immortal sect. When he was fourteen years old, Shen Yan was kicked to the ground and the corn rolled into the mud. He lay down and picked up the last one, stood up and said to himself: One day, I will let all the people who grow the land be able to keep the food they grow. There is no need to hand over 70% to the immortal sect, and there is no need to be stepped on by the sect. He started from an old book and wrote down the Liu family's fake land deeds, fake county seals, and every bullying incident on the paper one by one. Later, he walked out of Qinghuai Village and walked through eight, eighty, and eight hundred villages - building public fields, establishing rural schools, and digging canals. With no spiritual roots, no backers, and no blessings from the immortal sect, he led a group of "waste" ordinary people to blaze an unprecedented path in the land of southern Xinjiang. The Immortal Sect rains cold rain, frosts, and spirit-locking formations, draining the entire spiritual energy of the mortal world into dry soil; the nobles are dormant, provoking, pretending to give alms, and lending real money, trying to dig up this road by the roots. But every time he felt he couldn't hold on any longer, Shen Yan would squat down, insert his fingers into the cracked soil, stand up and say, "Dig one more foot." He didn't know how far he could go. He only knows that people live by their hands, not by heaven. The path you walk out step by step cannot be locked by the fairy gate. Mortals can also live standing up.