Ming Yu

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.

Living In Another World With A Farm

  After Browell left, Zhao Hai turned to the manager and said, " "I want to deposit some money into my identity card. It's gold bricks."


  The manager immediately understood what Zhao Hai meant. He nodded and said to Zhao Hai, " "Please follow me." Then, he led Zhao Hai into the bank.


  Zhao Hai followed the manager to a room inside the bank. He found that this room was similar to the one he used to store gold bricks in another city. It seemed that there was a room like this in magic armor bank.


  This time, Zhao Hai took out 20000000 gold coins and placed it into the magic array. As expected, the lobby manager's credentials were also over 2000000 gold coins. Zhao Hai then deposited the gold coins into Zhao Hai's identity card and left.


  After Zhao Hai returned to the hotel, Laura and the rest immediately said to him, " "Brother hai, are you really going to give Browell five million gold coins to open a factory?"


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