I’m a God in Another World

Spring is really a good season for mating.

But Fang Lei is not the kind of immortal God who only knows to indulge in pleasure, nor is it Evil God with some strange addiction.

For mating, Fang Lei is encouraged, but he does not allow people in the tribe to hehe all day, in case he produces a good and bad one, Fang Lei can’t find the tone after crying.

No cultivated land, only exhausted awesome!

The most important thing is that people can’t be idle, idle is a waste.

Based on this consideration, Fang Lei decided to arrange a task for the manpower in the tribe, that is, to clear the land!

Because an original big construction was done before, the iron shovel and iron pick in the tribe are ready-made. As long as you tell them how to do it, the land reclamation is just a simple and hard work.

Under the direction of Mighty God, the lifestyle of the tribe has changed dramatically.

The young soldiers, as always, are responsible for obtaining food for the entire tribe.

Of course, because of the existence of God from modern society, Fang Lei, the access to this food is not limited to prey, but also includes aquatic products in rivers.

As for the women in the tribe, they devote a large part of their time to manual labor.

Weaving fishing nets, making bow and arrow, processing meat … and bringing children.

As for other tribal manpower, it was the first spring ploughing in the prime forest.

They carried iron shovel iron pick and output crazy on the ground without a rule. Wherever they went, they were completely barren … sometimes even in the working team, some warriors were mixed in.

For Soldiers, whether it is an armor or a diesel fueled saw, that is God’s glory to himself, and it is absolutely not lent to others.

But what if we need to cut down the tree? They would rather do the work themselves than lend the dive artifact to others.

Simple and simple believers, just because of a word by Fang Lei, started the movement towards the social structure of farming.

Dawn dong dong makes a villain. This is exactly what Qin Tribe is today.

Freedom and harmony … In this life, some people who have some ideas also gradually come to their hearts, and their faith is the power of Fang Lei.

From winter to spring, the time in the foreign world actually takes a long time, after all, the days without internet are still boring.

In such a long time, Fang Lei’s combat capability can be said to be changed dramatically.

Captain Marvel-like fighting methods have been fully mastered by Fang Lei, and many of the skills of Sword Immortal Lineage have also been copied from Fang Lei’s mind.

It can be said that the only thing Fang Lei lacks is probably actual combat.

However, Fang Lei doesn’t plan to go to trouble with other God, for him, the next spring plough is the first major event.

For this reason, he even returned to the real world rare.

In the real world, there was already a thin layer of dust in his room. Looking at the electronic clock hanging on the wall, Fang Lei immediately felt a sense of distracted.

I have experienced war and transformation in the foreign world … the real world just passed that week’s all that’s all.

This sense of distracted time difference makes Fang Lei, who is used to foreign world life, somewhat distracted.

“If I really became the God of Immortality and spent a thousand years in the foreign world, but the real world hasn’t even passed a hundred years, that would be great.”

Thinking of this, Fang Lei suddenly laughed:

“At least stay in the foreign world for a while and then come back. The real world without much change will not make me a dirt.”

Because of the time difference, every minute of the real world is important to Fang Lei.

According to the idea of ​​flying in the mountains of the real world to install a compelling idea, Fang Lei quickly took off the spring clothes of the foreign world, changed to the cool summer clothes of the real world, and started calling with a mobile phone.

As for the series of missed call reminders on the phone, Fang Lei ignored them.

Just kidding, buddy but god, how can I call you when I have time!

In the farmer’s market, Fang Lei looked around and looked west. He didn’t understand such things as farming. Fortunately, as a humble God, he has a shameful mentality.

After walking around for a while, Fang Lei bought a truck of potato and sweet potatoes on the recommendation of the staff.

Potato is a good thing. As a staple food, life force is tenacious.

The most important thing is that this thing is dug out of the soil, washed and eaten.

Baked, cooked, fried … Such simple and rude food is best for his believers in the foreign world. After all, Fang Lei never expected his Believers to complete high-end operations such as harvesting and threshing.

Not that they are too stupid, but that the production tools cannot keep up.

As for sweet potatoes? It is almost the same as potato. Although it can not be used as a long-term staple, it can bring enough sugar to your believers.

“Sweet potatoes can feed pigs, or should I take a few more pigs?”

Fang Lei’s mind suddenly raised such an idea, remembering what he had just introduced when the staff looked at himself with the eyes of the silly son looking at the landlord’s house.

For a long time, he did not have a sense of urgency to test whether the spatial gate can transmit living creatures other than himself.

Isn’t it an opportunity right now?

After that, he had pork and eggs in his believer. If not, that’s even better, the spatial gate is your own!

Thinking of this, Fang Lei turned and went back again, ordered a few pigs and a basket of chickens, and then returned with satisfaction.

That night, a delivery cart stopped in the yard of Fang Lei’s house. After the delivery master coded the goods in Fang Lei’s warehouse, he left with the money elated.

Looking at a warehouse of potato, Fang Lei smiled wryly, “Come on, work.”

“If the spatial gate can bring live creatures through, I must find some trusted believer for them to work.”

“Laozi is god! God still has to move bricks?”

Although he complained about his mouth, the movement in Fang Lei’s hand was not slow, the divine power was running, and the pockets of potato were like toys in Fang Lei’s hand, and he threw his wrist into the spatial gate.

It didn’t take long before Fang Lei completely emptied the warehouse.

Looking at the pigs and chickens trembling in their might output, Fang Lei held them in a cage with one hand.

“If you die, don’t blame me, this is your life.”

“In case of death, you can sue me over there. Of course, the premise is that there is a god in this world.”

“But speaking of which I am also God, you know? God!”

A cage chicken in the left hand, a cage pig in the right hand, and Fang Lei without a fat doll behind him were all engulfed by Dusky’s vortex.