The Little Divine Farmer of This Ravine

Chen Jiu had thought the six rows of grain seeds his father left behind were his last chance to turn his life around.

Until one day, he reached out and touched a seedling that was nearly dead.

It came back to life.

But later, when he saved one seedling, another nearby began to wilt, and feeling gradually faded from three of his fingers.

Meanwhile, someone was selling fake seeds under his name, people were fighting over the source of the Early Three seeds, and the whereabouts of the seventh page of his father's old records remained unknown.

On an old sheet of paper, eight words were even written:

**This method harms the body. Do not pass it on to your son.**

On one side was a seed business growing ever larger; on the other, the increasingly dangerous divine power of Shennong.

Chen Jiu was determined to use his own hands to make the seeds from his mountain village known to the whole world.