Han Feng's eyes darkened, and then he put his hands on the wooden fence and rubbed it continuously.

The wooden fence cried out in sorrow: "Ah...I am no longer clean. I want to die. Destroy!!!"

"Be low-key in front of me from now on, or I'll kill you!"

Han Feng snorted lightly, walked to an open space, then took out an engineer shovel and started digging a hole.

Soon, ten bowl-sized pits appeared in front of him. Each pit was twenty centimeters apart and very regular.

Han Feng had never worked in the fields before and didn't know the depth of the pit. After thinking for a while, he took out the bag of unknown seeds.

"Wow! This kid actually learned how to dig holes!"

"We can finally rest in peace."

"What are you excited about? Look at the hole he dug. It's a full thirty centimeters deep. Is he planning to bury us alive?"

"That's right. Five centimeters is enough. But this guy insisted on digging so deep. He really has no place to put his strength."

"It's obvious this guy has never done farm work. He's lucky to be able to dig a hole. Don't have too high expectations."

When Han Feng heard this, he pinched his chin and pondered for a while, then grabbed the shovel and filled the holes one by one.

Soon, the depth of all ten pits became five centimeters.

"What's going on with this kid?"

"I seriously doubt he can hear our conversation now."

"This is impossible! I've always said that only God has this power!"

Han Feng's lips curled up slightly, forming a mysterious arc. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the ten seeds, "I... am God!"

Ten seeds: "...."