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"I'm not with them! I really am not! I was just passing by! I don't know anything! You've arrested the wrong person!"

Xu Che's voice was shrill and urgent, with a clear sob in it.

The prisoners around him ignored him; some had their eyes closed, some had their heads down, and some were staring blankly into the distance.

The commander rode his horse alongside the prison cart, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

"I'm really not a rebel! I'm just a civilian! You can't arrest me! Put me down! I want to see your officer!"

Xu Che shouted more and more excitedly, stretching one hand out of the railing and waving it frantically in the direction of the commander.

"General! General, please listen to me! I'm innocent! I really didn't—"

The commander lashed out with his whip, the tip of which snapped open on the man's shoulder, tearing his clothes and leaving a red mark on his skin.

Xu Che screamed, withdrew his hand, and curled up in the corner, trembling all over.

The commander gave him a cold look, put away his whip, and continued riding forward.

Xu Che felt extremely unlucky. He was delivering food perfectly fine, but in the blink of an eye, he found himself on an ancient battlefield.

Everyone else who transmigrates is surrounded by beautiful women, but I was tied up by a bunch of people before I even knew where I was, and I was whipped and stripped of my clothes.

He huddled in the corner, the whip marks on his shoulders burning with pain.

He closed his eyes, no longer wanting to see. All he could hear was the sound of wheels rolling on the ground, the footsteps of soldiers, and the fluttering of flags in the wind.

As he listened to those sounds, he suddenly felt very sleepy. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his body felt lighter and lighter, as if he were about to float away.

He thought that maybe he would wake up when he fell asleep, and then he would go back to that shabby rented room.

The prison van swayed and rattled until dusk, when Xu Che was awakened by a noise.

"Set up camp ahead."

The prison cart stopped, and Xu Che opened his eyes to see the commander dismount and begin giving orders.

The soldiers began to set up camp; some started fires, some pitched tents, and some led their horses to drink water. No one paid any attention to the people on the prison cart.

Xu Che looked at the flames and swallowed hard.

He was hungry, very hungry. He hadn't eaten much before he transmigrated, and his stomach felt terribly empty.

He stared intently at the dry rations in the soldiers' hands and the contents of their pots.

【Ding】

Xu Che was stunned for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating from hunger, and he shook his head.

Welcome to Classic Farm! Start planting your own plants on this farm that's all yours.

This time he heard it clearly; the voice wasn't coming from outside, but from inside his head, as if someone was speaking inside his head.

"My cheat code! My cheat code!!!"

Xu Che almost shouted out in excitement.

He quickly focused his attention, trying to communicate with the voice in his head, only to find a semi-transparent panel in front of him.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't an illusion; it was real, glowing, and had an art style as old as a web game from twenty years ago.

The panel shows a field, neatly divided into small grids, six horizontally and four vertically, for a total of twenty-four grids.

The grid is green with jagged shadows along the edges, giving it a rough, pixelated look, like it was drawn with a mouse.

To the left of the field was a thatched hut with a golden roof, earthen yellow walls, and a brown door. A couplet was pasted on the door, with red background and black characters, but the characters were too small to read.

Next to the thatched hut was a doghouse, square and neat, like a miniature version of the thatched hut. It was dark inside and empty.

Xu Che stared at the field, his eyes wide with disbelief.

It's not because of the retro art style, but because something is growing in the field.

In each of the six squares grows a plant, short and stocky, with bright green leaves and a plump, white thing protruding from the base of the plant, a small section of which protrudes above the soil, like a child's arm.

White radish.

Xu Che recognized him.

He had delivered countless servings of mala tang (spicy hot pot) and maocai (a type of Sichuan hot pot), and he recognized white radishes.

He swallowed hard, staring at the six white radishes with his eyes practically glowing green.

[Current crop: White radish (mature). Click to harvest.]

Xu Che didn't know how to click; he just stared at the white radish, thinking "harvest" in his mind.

The white radish swayed, popped out of the soil, somersaulted in the air, and then disappeared. The grid was empty, and the door of the thatched hut next to it opened and then closed.

Xu Che paused for a moment. He then stared at the second white radish and thought for a moment before deciding to "harvest" it.

The same action, the same somersault, the same disappearance—the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth.

Xu Che tried to use his consciousness to "see" inside the thatched hut, where 30 radishes were neatly stacked in a corner.

Xu Che resisted the urge to take a bite of a radish and looked at the message that popped up on the radish.

White radish: Sells for 2 gold coins each. Description: The most common crop, with no special uses.

He exited the thatched hut, looked around the panel, and saw a shop in the lower left corner. He clicked on it, and a new panel popped up.

White radish seeds: 2 gold coins each, five seeds per season, maturation time 4 hours.

Xu Che checked his gold coin balance: 0. He then returned to the thatched hut and used his consciousness to sell 6 white radishes, earning 12 gold coins.

After Xu Che bought six white radish seeds from the store, he stared at the empty squares, thought for a moment about "planting," and the six seeds flew into the empty squares and were planted.

The moment the seed was planted, Xu Che suddenly felt a sense of peace. No one knew that he could still see familiar things in this situation and feel a sense of security, like he had been drifting on a dark sea for a long time and finally saw a piece of driftwood.

Just then, a soldier walked over carrying a wooden bucket filled with dusty dry rations. Xu Che turned off the control panel.

The dry rations were grayish-brown and stacked neatly like bricks.

One for each person.

After the soldier finished speaking, he left, and then several hands reached out from behind Xu Che to snatch the pancakes.

Xu Che also grabbed a piece, put it in his mouth, and bit down hard, almost breaking his tooth.

"So hard."

Xu Che covered his cheek and looked at the others in the prison van. He found that they were all crunching on their biscuits, their expressions as if they were chewing stones instead of dry food.

He stopped being coy, closed his eyes, stuffed the biscuit into his mouth, and ground it vigorously with his molars.

The biscuit crumbled into crumbs in his mouth, pricking his throat like sand. He swallowed hard, trying to wash the crumbs away, but his throat still ached from the sharp pain.

"Cough cough cough."

Someone choked on the bread, but even so, he couldn't bear to put it down and carefully picked up the crumbs that he had spat out.

After much effort, I finally finished the pancake in my hand.

Xu Che licked his dry, chapped lips. His mouth was completely dry, and his tongue scraped across his palate like sandpaper.

He closed his eyes, his mind filled with the few white radishes in the thatched hut—crisp and juicy, a bite would surely be crunchy, juice dripping down his chin. He swallowed, then swallowed again.