ONE SEED

You are handed a deed, one kind of seed, and nothing more. SEEDS AND CROPS ARE THE SAME THING. Sowing spends one unit from your barn; harvesting gives back exactly two. One carrot becomes two, two become four — the only ceiling is how many plots you have cleared. And you may sow ANY crop you hold, not just the one you were dealt: buy a single melon off another player’s stall and you are a melon farmer for life. THE CLOCK IS REAL. No sleep button: a game day is 150 seconds, and it ticks whether the game is open or not. A watered crop grows one stage a day, so a turnip ripens five real minutes after sowing and a melon takes ten. A thirsty plot puts a droplet over itself, a ready one puts up a basket — read a whole field without reading a word. NOTHING EVER DIES. A crop you forget to water does not wilt or rot — it stops, and waits. Being away costs nothing but time, and sowing your last seed is always safe. Which seed you get is settled when your farm is founded, not by you: one of eight crops, on a forest farm that cuts wood or a stony farm that cuts stone. Quests ask for crops you were never given, and new ground costs wood AND stone while your land makes only one. From there the only way forward is other people. The market is real — every stall is another player’s shop cell, browsable and undercuttable. Selling is post, not a handshake: your buyer takes the goods now, and next time you open the game the morning post says who bought what and leaves the coins. Plays completely solo. A travelling trader passes through with one item a day, rerolled from a clock every player shares, and the rotation offers every crop within ten days, so a lone farmer is never stuck. Somebody works your field, and you can dress them: six outfits, five house styles, and decorations you unlock once and then place, move and take away as often as you like, for nothing. English and 中文, one tap apart. No leaderboard, no prize, nothing at stake — just a village you cannot farm alone.