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Living In Another World With A Farm

If he wanted to boss around, he could do whatever he wanted. I would continue to farm, but if he tried to attack me, then he would not live to see another day. Zhao Hai was a shut-in until he was transmigrated to another world with a farm and taken over the body of a fallen noble. The land that the noble had was one that could not grow anything. He also had a fiance who was the heir to a principality. To make matters even worse, he was talentless in martial arts and magic where he couldn’t even learn both. “So what if I can’t do magic? I have my farm. Let’s see you try and attack me! I’ll let my bugs out to devour all of your military rations! I’ll put pesticides in your water source and grow weeds on your land! Let’s see you try and attack me after that!” “What? You’ll hire assassins to kill me? Try and do that when I’m hiding inside my farmhouse. Once that is over, I’ll rid your country of all your food sources! Your citizens will come after you instead of you coming after me!” The shut-in had a slightly foul personality. This is a story of how he, and his farm, became a nightmare to the people of a world of swords and magic.

Ming Yu · Oriental
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7218 Chs

Changes in two years (1)

Time flew by, and two years had passed in the blink of an eye. Little crane grass was now seven years old. Although he was still a child, he was very different from two years ago.

It was said that a person with a scholar's belly would naturally exude elegance. This was a perfect example for little crane grass. After two years of studying, little crane grass had not only read all the books in the Liu family's school, but also all the medicinal books that Liu shun had brought from home.

Moreover, the little crane grass had not only read the books, but had also memorized almost all of them. This was not something an ordinary person could do, let alone a child. Even an adult could not do it, but the little crane grass had done it. In the past two years, apart from going home occasionally, he had spent almost all his time studying. He was like a sponge, and the knowledge was like water. He tried his best to absorb the knowledge into his body. It had become a part of his body.