Qian Xiaohao: "What are you up to?"
Mingtu: "Researching farming."
Qian Xiaohao: "I'm in!"
After getting the coordinates, Qian Xiaohao harvested all the crops here.
Anything that could be processed was processed; what couldn't be, he burned with fire.
As Qian Xiaohao stood with a backpack full of goods, watching the farm before him go up in flames, he felt like he was Lin Chong, about to turn outlaw.
Farewell, my farm.
Afterward, he began his long trek towards his destination, arriving successfully at night.
There, he saw a sight he had never imagined.
Normal plants grew here. The golden paddy fields stretched endlessly, like an ocean of gold, intoxicating him.
Fruit trees were laden with fruit, the bright red apples free of cursed faces, looking utterly normal.
Farmers were toiling away, their IDs clearly indicating they were compatriots, making Qian Xiaohao feel an instant sense of homecoming.
