crossing with green hills

"How bold people are, how productive the land is!"

"The potential of the land is endless, and the yield per mu is man-made!"

"The old village makes people kneel, and the new fairyland makes people drunk!"

"One day is equal to ten days, running into a high-yield well-off society."

"Compete with rockets for speed, compare with the sun and the moon!"

……

The slogans were so loud that they almost caught Meng Tian's breath.

"Is this really left by that immortal?" Meng Tian couldn't believe it.

"Yes!" The old man laughed, "The characters on it are said by the immortals to be divine characters handed down from ancient times, and now he has passed down this kind of characters."

"You mean this kind of text, the immortal professor gave you?"

Meng Tian couldn't believe it. In this era, knowledge is monopolized by the upper class. If ordinary people can read a few words, it is already smoked by their ancestors.

What's more, it is this kind of divine writing that is extraordinary at first sight.

"Yes! The immortal said that writing was originally taught to people, and the more people who learn it, the more civilization can be advanced."

"This is just the most simplified divine script!" The old man's eyes sparkled, and he looked yearning, "It is said that there are more complicated traditional scripts such as running script, regular script, and official script.

The writing of each character has extraordinary magic power, which can make people enter the unspeakable spiritual world. "

Meng Tian tried his best to restrain his shocked and numb expression, as if he suddenly remembered something, he asked, "What is a rocket?"

The old man smiled kindly, and it was obvious that he had a good impression of this general, "The rocket, the immortal once said, is an artifact that exists in the fairy world. It can carry people to travel in the prehistoric universe and see the vast galaxy in a vacuum."

Meng Tian's body shook, and he tried his best to suppress the excitement that was about to explode, "Is this kind of slogan useful?"

He always felt that things were a little hanging, even the most fertile land in Daqin, the yield per mu was only more than 300 catties.

I feel that the fairy is fooling the people, which is a bit unreliable.

"General, does the general know how much this fairy town will produce per mu this year?" The old man didn't answer, but asked with a smile.

Meng Tian felt that although this place had beautiful mountains and rivers, the yield per mu could not exceed that of the fertile land of Daqin.

"Three hundred catties?" Meng Tian tried to say.

"Guess again, general!"

"350 catties?" Meng Tian raised his eyebrows.

"The general can be bolder!"

Meng Tian frowned, "450 catties?"

"Can the general be bolder?"

Meng Tian took a deep breath and said uncertainly, "Five hundred catties?"

The old man didn't let Meng Tian continue to guess. In fact, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he, who has lived for more than 60 years, would just believe it.

"This year's yield per mu in Xianxiang is..."

The old man didn't continue talking, he stretched out a finger and smiled happily.

"One thousand pounds?"

Meng Tian didn't know this word, what kind of expression did he use to squeeze it out, he now felt that the old man in front of him was bragging.

Deliberately exaggerated.

Deliberately promote the magic of fairyland.

This scene made the old man feel depressed, and for the first time there was an unfriendly stern look on his kind face.

Walking briskly, he led Meng Tian to the warehouse in the village.

Only when he saw the shocked expression on Meng Tian's face as he looked at the mountain of grain, did he calm down the anger in his heart.

"The immortal once said that he has hidden the aura of heaven and earth in this land, which has unimaginable potential. As long as there is a dream, the future will be even more promising."

The old man said with a pious face, leisurely.

In the end, with a square face, Meng Tian left Xianxiang with the special products presented by the villagers and filled with indelible shock.

He didn't even return to the military camp at the foot of the mountain, so he hurriedly led his people to the capital of the Great Qin Emperor thirty miles away, eager to report the news to the first emperor who lived in Xianyang Palace.

……

And just when Meng Tian was rushing back to Xianyang without stopping.

The majestic and majestic Xianyang Palace also ushered in an immortal.

above the hall.

Ying Zheng was still wearing a black mian suit and a fringed tiara.

The face is square and serious.

His sharp eyes shot straight at the middle-aged man standing in the hall.

The man had a straight nose, a jade-like complexion, and a neither humble nor overbearing attitude. Even in the face of the feared Emperor Shi Huang, he was fearless. His back was straight and his hands were behind his back. He had black hair and a gray robe.

Indescribably immortal.

Standing there quietly, exudes an aura that is hard to ignore.

Like a lighthouse in the dark, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

"You said it was a fairy?" Ying Zheng couldn't see any anger on his face, "Is it the fairy from the Heavenly Mountain?"

"His Majesty the First Emperor, a native of Beiyan Mountain in Pindao, formerly lived on Tangwu Mountain in Yan State, and is now the living immortal of the Great Qin Dynasty."

"What proof?" Ying Zheng asked calmly.

"Please look, Shihuang!"

The people from Beiyan stretched out their sleeves, and the pools on both sides of the hall suddenly rippled.

Large green lotus leaves and white lotus flowers emerge from the water.