I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 346 Your mouths are really tight!
Busy times always fly by.

In the blink of an eye, the national college entrance examination began and ended. Top universities began vying for top scorers, and the media reported on their achievements and learning experiences.

However, the outside turmoil had nothing to do with the Central First Agricultural School of Blue Star.

Yuan Lang lay on the bed sighing.

Ding Chengxin couldn't sleep either, and asked, "Lang, what's wrong?"

Yuan Lang hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "It's been more than a month since school started, but I haven't made any progress. I feel very uneasy."

When this was mentioned, the other three people in the dormitory all sighed.

Ding Chengxin smiled wryly: "You are the most qualified student in our school, so you don't need to worry."

"Huh?! I have the highest aptitude? Brother Ding, don't joke around, my grades are terrible."

Ding Chengxin got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Trust me."

Yuan Lang didn't believe it and couldn't help but worry: "Brother Ding, if we never develop spiritual energy, will our school go out of business? Will our country give up on the path of cultivating immortality?"

Ding Chengxin remained silent for a long time before saying heavily, "Maybe."

My goodness, now Yuan Lang can't sleep at all.

Lin Xiaohe is not a cold-blooded and ruthless person. When there are not many external threats, she is still very gentle and kind.

On July 11, all students at the agricultural school received a notification from the assistant.

This Sunday, all students will have a day off. What a wonderful and understanding principal!

All the students knew that the assistant was a die-hard fan of Principal Liu Xiaohe. They automatically ignored the long string of flattery that followed, extracted the useful information, and got a day off!
What can you do in a day?
Some students live more than 2000 kilometers away from the school, requiring a four- or five-hour flight.

These people then decided to go to the city to boost consumption.

Yuan Lang is a local. After consulting with his roommates, he invited them to his home.

Yuan's parents slaughtered a large, fat goose, made a stew in an iron pot, and entertained their son's good friend.

People in rural areas are very kind and friendly.

When the neighbors learned that Yuan Lang had brought his classmates home, they came to help, each bringing a fish and a basket of vegetables.

The large courtyard was packed with people, and it was quite lively.

Some young people who do live streaming simply set up their phones and broadcast the scene in front of them: "Family, authentic big fat goose, authentic iron pot stew, let's toast to you first!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Yuan Lang and three others walk into the courtyard.

They were all tall with long legs, walked with style, had regular features, and were undeniably cool.

The fans in the live stream were going wild.

"Brother Lang!" The anchor quickly went up to them, smiling and greeting them.

The village children all grew up together with their bottoms exposed. After a few playful exchanges, the awkwardness brought on by time faded, and they became familiar with each other again.

"Brother Lang, tell me, what's that Central First Agricultural School of Blue Star like? My third uncle's son, the little fat boy, only scored around 300 points on the college entrance exam this year. My third uncle is almost going crazy over his college application."

Yuan Lang choked up, then organized his thoughts: "Our school didn't release an admission brochure this year. The school is very good, extremely good, unexpectedly good."

The streamer raised an eyebrow, his passion for gossip completely overshadowing his career aspirations; he hadn't even remembered that he was live-streaming.

"Brother Lang, I remember you only scored 168 points in the college entrance exam."

If a score of 168 is enough to get into a prestigious university, then a score of around 300 should be enough, right?

Ding Chengxin and the others let out muffled laughs.

Yuan Lang scratched his head awkwardly: "Our school doesn't look at scores when admitting students."

"Then what are we looking at?"

"fate."

The host...

Are you bullying me because I didn't go to college?

However, he wasn't a clueless fool. Seeing that Yuan Lang didn't want to bring up the topic, he changed it to: "What do you all study in school? Are people who graduate from agricultural schools particularly good at farming and have high yields?" Ding Chengxin and the others lowered their heads deeply; this was a difficult question to answer.

Yuan Lang couldn't escape the question, so he could only stammer, "I haven't even started learning how to farm yet."

The streamer stared at him with bright, eager eyes that made it impossible for him to refuse.

Yuan Lang felt guilty: "It's just taking some Taoist classes and stuff."

The anchor suddenly widened his eyes: "Taoist magic?!"

The viewers in the live stream were laughing at the streamer.

[It's Morality and the Rule of Law! A compulsory subject in elementary school.]

[That's strange, do we have to take this course in our first year of university?]

To everyone's surprise, Yuan Lang nodded seriously: "It's a secret manual compiled by our principal."

The streamer, unaware of the online meme, was stunned upon hearing this: "So your school is involved in cultivation?"

Seeing that his assistant hadn't warned him, Yuan Lang knew that this information could be shared, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It hasn't reached the level of cultivating immortality yet; it can only be considered cultivation now."

Wow!

The anchor drooled uncontrollably and exclaimed in surprise, "Dad! Uncle Yuan, Aunt Yuan, my brother Lang is learning cultivation at school!!"

Everyone in the courtyard turned to look at Yuan Lang and his group of four.

"They actually teach horsemanship at universities?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is called spiritual practice! In folk tradition, it's called 'spirit initiation.' This is the difference between a regular army and a militia."

"Lang, you've really started your cultivation? Tell your uncle a fortune; if it's accurate, I'll pay you!"

Ding Chengxin was dumbfounded and whispered to Yuan Lang, "The villagers accepted it so easily?! Aren't they going to question it?"

Yuan Lang wanted to sigh again: "Here, there are more people who practice shamanism than insurance salespeople. Teachers, civil servants, doctors—their ultimate fate is to become shamans."

Yuan Lang was surrounded by villagers, who all wanted him to show off his skills and perform something.

This is similar to how children are required to perform singing, dancing, and reciting poems in public during the Lunar New Year.

Yuan Lang said he was already used to it.

"Second Uncle, I really don't know how to tell fortunes. I haven't even started to cultivate Qi yet; at most, I'm just honing my physical abilities."

Second Uncle, in high spirits, walked to the stone mill in the northwest corner of the yard and said excitedly, "Come on, Lang, try this stone mill."

This stone mill was passed down from my great-grandfather's generation. It is made of very solid materials and weighs at least 700 jin (350 catties).

Yuan Langsheng walked over dejectedly, hugged the base of the millstone with both hands, and muttered, "I'm really no good! If I had that ability... damn it!"

Everyone, including Yuan Lang himself, was dumbfounded.

He lifted the 700-pound stone mill with ease.

Yuan Lang's mind went blank. He carefully put down the millstone and explained dryly, "This was an accident."

No one believed him, so his second uncle called Ding Chengxin and the others to come forward and try.

Without exception, all three of them could be lifted up.

The anchor, skeptical, crept over and tried his best. His face turned bright red, but the millstone remained completely still.

At the same time, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, and the barrage of comments was flying everywhere.

[Wow! One could be considered an accident, but all four of them being like this? This is definitely not a coincidence!]

My high school classmate got recruited by an agricultural school, and he didn't tell me anything! Those guys at the agricultural school, you guys are really tight-lipped!

[You're using the name of an agricultural school, but you're secretly practicing Buddhism. How can you face me like this?]

[Important note! The agricultural school is directly under the central government. Mom, please open up enrollment quickly! I love farming, I love farming!]

[Hey Principal, what do you think of me? I'm your long-lost leg accessory!]