In the year 9032 of the Star Era, a great calamity befell the Human Empire, rendering the land barren and unable to grow crops. Six hundred years later, humanity still struggles on the brink of starvation. Shi Jianshu, hailed as a genius farmer, accidentally fell down the stairs and found himself transported to the interstellar era, where he was taken in by a destitute and dilapidated farm.

The rundown farm spanned thousands of acres, yet nothing would grow. The elderly were weak from hunger, the young prematurely aged, and the children cried out in hunger…

To make matters worse, a pack of fierce beasts, their eyes gleaming with hunger, appeared out of nowhere. They crouched outside Shi Jianshu’s door and windows day and night, waiting for a chance to feast.

To avoid starvation and protect his life, Shi Jianshu decided to unleash the DNA etched into his Chinese heritage—farming.

He cleared wasteland, planted rice, cultivated vegetables, grew watermelons, and even started a live stream to earn some money.

At first, the audience mocked:

“Does the Empire still have farms? Did the Agricultural Academy develop new seeds? Or did the Great Calamity not try hard enough?”

“Manure and leaf compost? Ugh, even if something grows, no one would eat it.”

“Putting a human-shaped scarecrow in the rice field? Hahaha, does it transform into a mech at night to scare away birds?”

“Are sweet potatoes grown from leaves? Get out of the farming world.”

Later, the compost produced lush green vegetables, the scarecrow wielded a sickle in the dark of night, and no bird dared approach. From the plump ridges of soil, strings of sweet potatoes were pulled…

Various crops emerged one after another, dazzling everyone.

“I’ve already eaten my terminal. Can you sell me a bag of rice?”

“I haven’t eaten watermelon in fifty years. Have pity on me—even a piece of rind would do.”

“None of them are as pitiful as me. I have a two-hundred-year-old father above and a crying infant below. My family of nineteen has never even smelled a vegetable.”

Shi Jianshu: “Achieving freedom in grains and vegetables starts with me.”

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Shi Jianshu, known as the “Empire’s Granary,” was perfect in every way—except for his partner. His partner, a grown man, not only lived off him but was also sickly, seemingly on the verge of death at any moment. The citizens of the Empire despised him, declaring, “It’s fine if the Matchmaker is blind—we still have over a hundred billion matchmakers in the Empire!”

The people transformed into the ultimate matchmakers, tagging various big shots on StarBlog—from princes and generals to the wealthiest…

Until—

The national emblem avatar, dormant for sixty years on StarBlog, lit up again: “Shushu is mine. Any objections?”

The people: “…”

“Isn’t he supposed to be hanging on the wall?”

“Damn, it’s War God Zong Zhengji!”

That day, the top trending topic on the StarNet: #Shocking! Empire Marshal Zong Zhengji Fakes Death for Love#

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