Chapter 1 The Strange Water Tank

　　28th floor of Blue Rain Media.

　　"Gu Ranran, quitting the circle is your last chance of dignity now."

　　Sister Wu advised Gu Ranran earnestly for half an hour and was already a little impatient.

　　"Quit the industry? Why?" Gu Ranran snorted coldly, "It was obviously that bitch who slept with the director, why did she frame me?"

　　To be honest, she was really unlucky.

　　Who would have thought that the director and the leading actress would walk into the wrong room and "study English" in her room.

　　What’s even more outrageous is that on Weibo the next day, a piece of news jumped to the top of the trending list: [Gu Ranran failed to get into bed, so she threatened the director.]

　　The director is 1.6 meters tall and weighs 190 grams. She looks like a Kiki's egg. If she wants to climb, she will choose a young and handsome guy in the circle.

　　"Ran Ran, she's the leading actress, and you're playing a female doctor with no lines. Who else should we give up if not you?" Sister Wu spread out the contract and said coldly, "If you don't agree to quit, the company will sue you and the penalty for breach of contract will be as high as eight figures."

　　Gu Ranran counted on her fingers, tens, hundreds, millions...

　　"Sister Wu, you should have told me earlier that there was a penalty for breach of contract. I'll refund it, I'll refund it."

　　Gu Ranran knew how deep the water in the entertainment industry was. They would have ten thousand ways to accuse her of breach of contract.

　　If she really had an eight-digit debt, she would never be able to recover in her lifetime.

　　"However, I have another request." Gu Ranran continued, "Hold a press conference for me."

　　"I want to announce in front of all my fans: I will be withdrawing from the entertainment industry indefinitely."

　　Sister, you are a star, so you have to leave in a dignified manner.

　　Sister Wu's face twitched noticeably. "No, do you have any misunderstanding?"

　　"How can you have any fans? If you have any, they are haters."

　　"The company wants to keep things quiet now, so it's impossible for us to hold a press conference for you."

　　Does this girl think she is Edison Chen? She is daydreaming about holding a press conference.

　　After just one year in the entertainment industry, this was the second time that Gu Ranran had been involved in a bed-climbing scandal. She had offended so many male and female celebrities and directors that she couldn't even count them on one hand.

　　Gu Ranran's cheeks puffed up with anger. Just as she was about to explode, she caught a glimpse of the penalty fee written in black and white.

　　Forget it, if I can’t stay here, I’ll find other places that will accommodate me.

　　Back at the apartment, she charged her cell phone. When she turned it on, she could hear a constant buzzing sound.

　　When she opened the Weibo pop-up window, she was almost blinded by thousands of private messages and @.

　　Poor as Happy: [Gu Ranran, get out of the entertainment industry. ]

　　Beautiful Girl Warrior: [You beast, it’s ok that you climbed into the bed of Film Emperor Jiang, but you even didn’t let Director Wang go. ]

　　Stop hitting me, I'm just a bystander: [Where is the bottom line for this kind of morally corrupt woman? Where is her quality? Where is her address? I want to go meet him. ]

　　Failed to load the username: [Something sneaked in from above, get out.]

　　…

　　Seeing these comments, Gu Ranran's eyes suddenly lit up.

　　It's your bad luck that you have so much anger and nowhere to vent it.

　　@一贫如喜洋洋: [Please show me first, whether to roll forward or backward. ]

　　@美少女壮士: [If a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father. If you curse, it is my fault. ]

　　@Don't hit me, I'm soy sauce: [Don't come, I've been afraid of dogs since I was a child. 】

　　@All netizens: [Come on if you want to be scolded, I will accompany you to the end. ]

　　After scolding the netizens, Gu Ranran quit Weibo and blocked all phone and WeChat accounts of the company.

　　The whole world suddenly became quiet.

　　Her mind raced, thinking about what to do next.

　　It is impossible for me to work. I will never work in this life.

　　Suddenly, she had an idea. Before her parents died, they told her that their family had an ancestral home in the countryside.

　　At that time, she was only thinking about breaking out of Asia and heading to Hollywood, and didn't take it seriously at all.

　　Yes, go home and farm.

　　I want to live a peaceful and happy life farming and retiring. What a bullshit entertainment industry! Those who still want to take advantage of her, go to hell.

　　She got down to work right away and excitedly purchased all kinds of fruit, vegetable seeds and farm tools online.

　　Winter melon, watermelon, pumpkin, lettuce, pepper, yellow flower, hoe, shovel, steel rake, decisively take them all...

　　Thinking of the scene in the future where she would sit in the courtyard with rattan chairs and grape trellis, and eat watermelon while fanning herself, Gu Ranran woke up laughing in her dreams.

　　Four words: can’t wait.

　　After receiving the express deliveries one after another the next day, she quickly packed her luggage and headed for her destination - Xiaohe Village.

　　Xiaohe Village is more than 100 kilometers away from Jiangcheng. After driving out of the suburbs for another 40 minutes, you can see the outline of Xiaohe Village.

　　The village is not big, with several houses scattered on both sides of the stream. Most of them are old houses built with bluestone and covered with green tiles on the roofs. The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and sprinkles on the mottled walls, forming a quiet pastoral picture.

　　Gu Ranran got out of the car and stretched, then put her hands in front of her mouth to make a trumpet shape and shouted, "Xiaohe Village, here I come."

　　The echo lingered for a long time, startling a few wild birds in the fields.

　　Having lived in big cities for many years and being accustomed to tall buildings, Gu Ranran was extremely excited when she first came into close contact with green mountains and clear waters.

　　The old house of the Gu family is located at the innermost part of the village, surrounded by trees. There is a huge yard enclosed by a fence in front of the door. Several ridges of wasteland are full of weeds and wild flowers, which unexpectedly has a kind of wanton beauty.

　　The blue bricks on the exterior wall of the old house have been covered with a light layer of moss over the years, and traces of rain erosion are clearly visible. Some of the tiles under the eaves are already incomplete.

　　There were some spider webs on the mottled wooden door. When I pushed the door open, I found that it was a structure similar to a courtyard house.

　　There are three bedrooms alone, a main hall, a kitchen, and even a study.

　　It seems that his ancestors were wealthy landlords. The living conditions here are ten blocks better than her apartment.

　　Although it is a bit shabby, it can be turned into a single-family villa after being cleaned up.

　　When I walked into the house, it was relatively tidy and the furniture was not covered with thick dust. It did not look like it had been abandoned for decades as my parents had said.

　　There is a pear wood canopy bed in the master bedroom, with fine wood texture and exquisite and intricate carvings.

　　Gu Ranran washed, cleaned, and tidied for more than two hours, and finally settled her little nest.

　　She was so tired that she didn't even have dinner and fell asleep.

　　She was originally a little attached to her bed, but now she slept particularly soundly. When she woke up, all her fatigue was gone.

　　Thinking about the need to renovate the old house, Gu Ranran did not lie in bed and got up quickly.

　　After simply cleaning up the kitchen, she planned to focus on cleaning up the large yard outside.

　　After all, she has been in the entertainment industry, it is impossible for her to just farm.

　　Gu Ranran’s idea is the self-media + farming model.

　　In addition to the three small vegetable plots in the yard, she plans to build grape racks and plant some grapes in the rest of the space.

　　Looking around, I found that the water tank in the middle of the yard was particularly in the way.

　　Gu Ranran, who has acted in many costume dramas, knows that there are usually several large water tanks in large mansions.

　　Usually fill it with water so that it can be used to put out fire in case of fire.

　　But the one in front of me is not very big, so it is suitable to be used as a pickle jar.

　　After great effort, she "rolled" the water tank to the kitchen step by step.

　　After finishing her work, Gu Ranran rubbed her sore arms.

　　When she rubbed it, she suddenly found that the gold bracelet in her hand was gone.

　　That was a gift from her mother and has a very special meaning.

　　Gu Ranran searched several times along the trail of the previous activities, but the bracelet seemed to have grown wings and disappeared without a trace.

　　…

　　The other side.

　　Daqian Palace, outside Xuanzheng Hall.

　　The handsome Shen Moyuan bowed his head to the ground, his eyes filled with rage, and he wished he could devour the prince in front of him.

　　The prince looked down at him with a disdainful look in his eyes, "Seventh brother, live well when you get to Liangzhou."

　　"Don't die so easily. My brother wants to torture you slowly."

　　Chapter 2:

　　Shen Moyuan raised his eyes, suppressed the hatred in his heart and said, "Your Highness, I will obey your orders."

　　He was the seventh son of Emperor Dewu of the Daqian Dynasty. Due to his mother's low status, he had never enjoyed the treatment of a prince since childhood.

　　Not only that, his brothers, led by the crown prince, often bullied him.

　　Today is his birthday, and he unexpectedly received an imperial decree conferring him the title of King of Liangzhou.

　　But this fiefdom is truly a deadly place.

　　Liangzhou is thousands of miles away from the capital, it is a wild and sparsely populated area.

　　To the south, there is the covetous Nan Chu, which comes to harass from time to time.

　　Shen Moyuan was called a vassal king, but in reality he was just a general who defended the city for his country.

　　But compared to the prison of the imperial palace, he would rather choose Liangzhou City, where there is still a glimmer of hope.

　　Shen Moyuan stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to say goodbye to his mother.

　　Just as he took two steps, the prince said sinisterly behind him, "Father has ordered you to set out immediately with 50,000 soldiers and horses."

　　"No need to go to Concubine Xiao's place."

　　Shen Moyuan's fists were clenched until they made a crackling sound, but he was helpless.

　　The prince actually did such a ruthless thing. It seemed that this trip was intended to prevent the mother and son from ever seeing each other again.

　　"Your Highness." Shen Moyuan turned and asked, "Can I only ask for 20,000 Yuanming troops?"

He was not interested in whether it was 50,000 or 100,000 men; he only wanted the brothers he had always led.

　　The prince looked at Shen Moyuan in astonishment, "Nan Chu has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and you only brought 20,000?"

　　Shen Moyuan nodded without hesitation, "Please grant me your blessing, Your Highness."

　　Whether it is 20,000 or 50,000, facing Nan Chu is always outnumbered.

　　In this case, it must be that one's own trusted forces are more reliable.

　　The prince smiled and clapped his hands, "Good, good, good. Seventh brother is indeed a man of both civil and military talents."

　　"My brother, I will grant you your wish. Let's get going quickly."

　　Shen Moyuan's anxious heart finally relaxed.

　　If the prince does not even agree to this request, his last hope of survival will be gone.

　　After Shen Moyuan left, the Crown Prince's Secretary Wu Wenbai came out and said, "I still think we should cut the grass and root it out."

　　A sinister look flashed across the prince's eyes, and he sneered, "Do you think I am merciful?"

　　He knew his younger brother too well and he was not afraid of death.

　　The best punishment is to let him struggle in helplessness and watch tens of thousands of people being buried with him.

　　…

　　The other end.

　　In order to avoid any further complications, Shen Moyuan led his troops on a night march and arrived at Liangzhou City five days later.

　　Although he was a little tired, he did not rush back to the palace, but took a walk around the city.

　　Looking at the dilapidated city walls, the vast wilderness, and the old, weak, women and children in tattered clothes, Shen Moyuan finally understood the prince's sinister intentions.

　　Surviving here seemed to be harder than he thought.

　　An hour later, Shen Moyuan rode back home.

　　The Chief Secretary Chen Zhi had already led people to clean up the place. Hanging on the eaves of the door were four large gold-plated characters "Liangzhou Palace" written by the emperor himself.

　　Shen Moyuan stood in front of the plaque and stared at it for a stick of incense, until Chi Ying, the captain of the Qingming Guard, came over to report, "Your Majesty. A secret room was found in the study."

　　The Qingming Guard is a team of thirty people independent of the Yuanming Army and is his absolute most trusted force.

　　Shen Moyuan frowned and walked quickly towards the study.

　　After entering, Chi Ying continued, "Your Majesty, there is nothing unusual in the secret room, but this large water tank is a little strange."

　　It is exactly as he said.

　　The large water tank is particularly eye-catching in the quaint study, and I wonder why the previous owner placed it here.

　　Just when Shen Moyuan was about to order people to move the water tank out, he saw that there seemed to be something at the dark bottom of the tank.

　　He took the oil lamp from Chiying and took a closer look. A gold bracelet was lying inside.

　　Shen Moyuan was about to reach out to take it, but Chi Ying hurriedly stopped him, "Your Majesty, be careful."

　　The prince is vicious, so it is possible that he has poisoned the object.

　　Chen Zhi understood and took out a silver needle to probe the bracelet.

　　After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he wrapped it in a handkerchief and handed it to his master.

　　Shen Moyuan narrowed his long and narrow eyebrows, looked around carefully, and found a line of small words inside the bracelet.

　　The font is somewhat similar to the Daqian script, but not exactly the same.

　　He handed the bracelet to Chen Zhi and asked, "Do you recognize the words on it?"

　　Chapter 3

　　On the other side, Xiaohe Village.

　　After an hour of searching, Gu Ranran had given up.

　　It was like a ghost. It disappeared in broad daylight.

　　Feeling depressed, she took out her mobile phone and wanted to check Xiaohongshu.

　　Big data must have monitored her input method, and all the content pushed to her today was about farming.

　　All of them are beautiful bloggers, some are waving hoes, some are stir-frying in the kitchen, and some are even catching fish in the pond.

　　Several of these bloggers have hundreds of thousands of followers, and it is not uncommon for a single video to receive over ten thousand likes.

　　Gu Ranran was deeply inspired. If these people could do it, how could she, a film academy graduate, not be able to do it too?

　　With his excellent camera work and professional editing, he might become an overnight sensation.

　　She is impatient and does what she says.

　　There happened to be a tripod in the car. I originally wanted to use it to take pictures of the starry sky at night, but now it can play a more important role.

　　Gu Ranran adjusted the angle, clicked the shooting button, and imitated other bloggers, turning the soil in the field with a hoe.

　　After shooting for about five minutes, Gu Ranran paused to look at the results.

　　Although it was the first time, the effect was better than expected.

　　Gu Ranran opened her notebook, put the photo of Xiaohe Village taken yesterday at the beginning of the film, added a one-minute video of turning the soil, and played some music, and that was it.

　　Next, all that’s left is to choose a name.

　　Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, she knows some of the traffic passwords.

　　Five minutes later, a netizen named [It's drizzling] posted a video titled [Good fields will deteriorate if they are not cultivated for a long time].

　　The mission was accomplished, Gu Ranran raised the corners of her lips high, revealing two dimples on her face.

　　Little guys, let me show you that I’m better than you at farming.

　　Putting down her phone, Gu Ranran began to seriously turn the soil in the vegetable garden so that she could shoot a video of planting fruits and vegetables tomorrow.

　　After she was so tired that her back and waist ached, she went into the kitchen, boiled a pot of water and prepared to make a cup of scented tea to relieve her fatigue.

　　Holding the teacup, she saw her gold bracelet lying quietly in the water tank.

　　Gu Ranran was absolutely sure. She had just searched in the water tank for three to five minutes and there was nothing in it.

　　There is something fishy going on in this big water tank.

　　Gu Ranran's hand slipped and the cup fell into it.

　　The other end.

　　Shen Moyuan and Chen Zhi both concluded that the gold bracelet just now was not a product of Daqian.

　　When Shen Moyuan put the bracelet back into the water tank and watched it disappear before their eyes, the master and servant came to a conclusion: there was something strange about this big water tank.

　　Shen Moyuan, who never believed in evil, almost put his head to the bottom of the tank to find out what was going on.

　　With a bang, his head was hit by something.

　　He subconsciously took a few steps back in pain.

　　Chi Ying immediately protected Shen Moyuan behind him when he heard the noise. He drew out his sword and pointed it at the water tank, "Who are you, evildoer? Show your true form now."

　　He had long felt that something was wrong with the big water tank, perhaps it was an illusion created by a monster.

　　Shen Moyuan covered the swollen bump on his forehead with one hand and gently pushed Chi Ying away with the other hand.

　　What a weird thing! He is upright and has nothing to fear from his own shadow.

　　"What an exquisite glass cup." Chen Zhi picked it up and exclaimed, "This thing is probably worth one thousand taels in the capital."

　　Fortunately, Gu Ranran didn’t know about this, otherwise he would have become the richest man in the world just by selling glasses for five dollars each.

　　There was a gloom in Shen Moyuan's deep eyes, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

　　After a while, he took a porcelain bottle from the shelf in the secret room and put it into the water tank.

　　He wanted to