My God, Farming for Life Extension Takes Longer Than Fortune-Telling

Synopsis The heavens played a huge joke on Wang Zhaoming. Just as she had sacrificed her physical body to help the country save a dying dragon vein, the moment she opened her eyes… Surprise opened the door for surprise, and shock hit right at home! Her lost soul and spirit had actually crossed space and time, arriving a thousand years into the past. Her new home was so poor it made her want to die, but it felt like somebody else should be the one suffering. Wang Zhaoming had always been the type to accept whatever situation she was in and find peace with it. She suffered from intermittent bursts of ambition, followed by continuous coasting and waiting to die. Her father loved her, her mother doted on her, her brothers and sisters-in-law adored her, and there were even a few human toddlers for her to play with. Being the youngest daughter born late in her parents’ lives, her pampered-favorite buffs were fully stacked. The smile on the corner of her lips had barely lifted halfway when Wang Zhaoming was driven to laughter by the family’s poverty. Making money was temporarily on hold; filling her stomach came first. Wang Zhaoming’s method of filling her stomach was to squat down somewhere and hope to encounter a predestined person. The first predestined person quickly appeared. Wang Zhaoming was sharpening her knives eagerly, but before she could make a move, a second person forcibly formed a destiny with her, aggressively shoving something into her hands… “I won’t eat your flatbread for free. In exchange, let me read a fortune for you.” The other party didn’t appreciate the gesture. No way! Wang (the Overbearing CEO) Zhaoming was determined to read this fortune come hell or high water. It was precisely because of this damned fortune that Wang Zhaoming thought she had found a path to wealth, while also earning some merit and luck to help her soul integrate. As a result, good things never came her way, but she took the lead on bad things. After working hard to tell fortunes for half a day, it still wasn’t as fast for soul integration as striking down a single hoe. If she wanted to live a long and healthy life, she had to swing her hoe well. From then on, Wang Zhaoming dug, dug, and dug in the vast fields. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: My God, Farming for Life Extension Takes Longer Than Fortune-Telling — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠