The young Gongsun Yingdao, the Marquis of Qin, curiously looked at this strange land from the cabin window.
Just like in the legend, huge wooden instruments stood on the river embankment.
Although it is early winter, it is still slowly turning in the current, drawing the clear river water up the embankment, flowing into the channel, and gurgling to the distant fields.
He looked towards the shore.
He Bo, with his golden armor and golden body, was surrounded by the light of morality, which made his eyes dazzle.
He looked at Zhao Shuo, who was sitting in front of him with great respect, and said, "Brother Shuo...it seems that the legend is true!"
Zhao Shuo lowered his head. Unlike his father and grandfather, he was a little taciturn.
Seeing this, Yingdao felt a little bored, so he continued to look out the window.
The heart in the chest was beating loudly.
The State of Qin was neither granted by King Wu nor ordered by Duke Zhou.
In fact, every inch of land in the Qin State was recaptured from the hands of the demon clan, the witch clan, the asuras and other human nations with their own flesh and blood, led by the Qin princes for generations.
However……
The land of Qin is barren!
One acre of land can produce less than half a stone of millet in a year.
A fertile land is nothing more than a stone.
With so little food, the people can't even fill their own stomachs.
We can only continue to fight externally and seize resources.
Therefore, every generation of Qin princes was wrapped in horse leather and died on the battlefield.
However, the more we fight, the poorer we get, and the poorer we get, the bigger we get.
Already trapped in an infinite loop.
However, the land in front of us is extremely fertile.
Just looking from a distance, you can smell the fertile soil in the air.
This place is not only far superior to Qin!
Even more fertile than Jin soil!
"The soil here is probably all black..." Yingdao marveled.
Opposite him, Mr. Zhao, who was dressed in brilliant clothes, remained indifferent.
Only when his eyes passed over the huge thing on the riverbank, did he show a bit of surprise.
He doesn't want to come.
I really don’t want to come!
Jiangcheng is much more prosperous than here.
Home is much more comfortable than on this boat.
He doesn't need to care about the land, let alone mortals.
He was destined to be noble when he was born, so he could lie behind his father and enjoy a happy life.
come here……
But it's going to be hard.
He even has to endure hardships with mortals.
Thinking of this, the young master became even more depressed.
He couldn't understand why his father and grandfather sent him here?
Not even a follower or person to serve him.
He threw him directly into Qin Hou's warship, turned around and left.
Thinking of this, the escorting Qin general returned to the ship, and the warship continued to set sail.
Two pink aquatic monsters are opening the way ahead.
After going down the river and passing through sharp turns and dangerous roads, half a month later, the outline of a small city appeared on the horizon in the distance.
And everyone on the entire warship screamed in surprise.
"What is that?" Yingdao couldn't help but stand up and look into the distance.
On the plain, wooden houses several feet high rise from the ground. Huge pulp-like blades, wrapped in black canvas, slowly rotate in the wind.
Like a great sage from the demon clan who has manifested his true form, standing tall and towering in the sky.
The sun shines on the huge creature.
The glimmer of light flows, and the blessings of humanity linger on it.
Faintly, you can see a figure queuing up under that huge thing.
The two escorting aquatic monsters turned over on the river.
His eyes were filled with contempt.
"That's a sacred thing handed down from the Immortal!"
"A creature blessed by humanity and possessing great power comparable to that of an immortal!"
"In one day, hundreds of stones of grain can be harvested and tens of thousands of pounds of flour can be ground!"
The pink fins protruded from the water, and the two crystal-clear jade eyeballs moved around, feeling triumphant and even proud.
And they have reason to be proud.
Because they are native to sandy waters.
Only by being cared for and taught by that master can one develop spiritual wisdom.
Naturally, I also know something secretly.
Of course proud, of course proud!
But their pride could not last even three seconds.
In the deep pool in the distance, a koi carp as big as the tail of a palm emerged from the water.
Countless moral auras emerged from the fish's body.
It gently spit out a string of water drops.
Spit on the warship to welcome guests from afar.
"Moral koi!" The monks all over the boat exclaimed, rushing to meet the string of water droplets spat out by the koi.
This is a rare blessing!
Moral koi is true auspiciousness.
Those who are blessed by it may get some opportunities.
The two carps had already sunk to the bottom of the river.
Compared to them.
The koi carp that always swims in the deep pool is the real auspicious thing born from the virtues taught by the master.
You can even pass through the Crystal Palace, where the Master is retreating.
He was even allowed to clean the hair on his mount!
It's like a fish compared to a fish, it makes the fish angry to death!
No one on the warship paid attention to the two water tribes leading the ship.
Because countless willow branches were hanging above their heads.
On the willow branches, crystal clear willow leaves hang down with the virtue of enlightenment.
The shimmering light flows and the five colors linger.
The tree of human civilization has begun to take shape!
As a result, the light shines on the river surface, manifesting countless auspicious scenes.
"This is the legendary blessed land of immortals!" Yingdao took a deep breath of air.
The air from the hanging willow branches carries a refreshing fragrance. Just by smelling it, it seems that you can hear neat and loud recitation.
"One one makes one, one two makes two..."
There was also a faint crackling sound, echoing in my ears.
Even Zhao Shuo raised his head with emotion and looked at the willow branches above his head that were blocking the sky and the sun.
On the branches, strange numbers kept appearing one after another.
There are some strange symbols scattered here and there.
+,-,x,÷.
There are also triangle and square patterns.
Children who have reached the fourth grade of primary school have already begun to learn basic geometry knowledge.
But to Yingdao and Zhao Shuo, all this is like a book from heaven, like a myth.
Gorgeous, colorful, magnificent, magical.
"It's simply a beautiful scenery on earth!" Yingdao praised, looking forward to it with great anticipation.
Zhao Shuo lowered his head and thought in his mind: "What's the use..."
"Not yet, it's boring to eat and boring to use..."
He misses Jiangcheng, his father, his mother, and his grandfather.
but……
Jiangcheng and his father-in-law were already tens of thousands of miles away from him.
The road to the Central Plains is long and difficult.
"Let's go!" Yingdao took the hand of his own race: "Brother Shuo, we will live here together from now on!"
The young Gongsun, Marquis of Qin, carried his bag and picked up his sword.
Pulling the young Master Zhao, he walked out of the cabin.
Bai Yibing, standing on the deck.
Each of the Qin monks and warriors raised their heads and looked at their Gongsun.
Bai Yibing took a deep breath, then knelt down on one knee.
One by one, the monks and warriors knelt down on one knee.
They leaned on their swords and looked at Gongsun: "I respectfully send you off to Gongsun!"
"May Gongsun come back after completing his studies!"
"Strengthen our great Qin and protect our Qin people!"
The grandson of the Marquis of Qin had to face the expectations of the people when he was born.
The ancestors of the past dynasties were buried in horse leather before they could exist today.
Now that Gongsun has traveled a hundred thousand miles away, how can he be well clothed and well fed?
He must rely on himself.
Therefore, there are no maids, no attendants, and no retainers.
Yingdao looked at those people.
Those officials, soldiers and monks of the Qin State.
He bowed with his long body: "Dao dare not live up to the expectations of our ancestors and all of you!"
"On this trip, I cannot become a disciple and learn the art of morality and the method of strengthening a country..."
"If I win rice, I will bury my bones here!"
"This is true for all our descendants!"
"If you don't succeed, you won't return home!"
Qin is poor!
So poor!
Every resource, every grain of food must be used wisely.
There are also states established by the demon clan in the north.
Among the mountains in the northwest are the clans of the Wu Clan.
Crossing the river is the strong advance.
Qin was caught in the middle and could not move.
However, this also cultivated the folk morale of Qin, which was completely different from that of the Central Plains.
It has the frugality of the Witch Clan, the romance of the Monster Clan, and the simplicity of the Human Clan.
There are even asuras who look forward to death and rejoice when they hear the battle.
And successive generations of Qin princes, wrapped in horse leather, also filled the descendants of Qin princes with a sense of mission of sacrifice.
How glorious is it to die for one's country!
If you die for the country, you will deserve to die!
What's more, Yingdao knew that in order to send him to the Lu country, a hundred thousand miles away.
The treasury of the State of Qin spent one hundred thousand ingots of copper!
This is enough to start a war.
And this is just the expense of sending him safely from Yongdu here, and then Bai Yibing and others return safely.
Look at Bai Yibing, look at the soldiers.
Yingdao picked up his luggage.
He hummed softly: "How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you, and the king raised his army to repair my sword and spear. I share the same enemy with you!"
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I am in the same boat with you. The king raised his army and repaired my spear and halberd. Let's work together with you!" Bai Yibing also led others to sing and watched Gongsun disembark.
Zhao Shuo, who was pulled out of the warship by Yingdao, looked back. He looked at Yingdao again and asked, "Gongsun, are you alone?"
Yingdao nodded.
"Don't you need someone to serve you?"
Yingdao smiled: "How can the descendants of the Marquis of Qin need help?!"
Qin was so poor that even the ancestral temple festival could only be held once every three years.
Where are the extra resources being wasted?
It is even more impossible to send people to maintain his living standard from a distance of one hundred thousand miles.
The one hundred ingots of copper incense in his suitcase were all his funds.
Zhao Shuo was stunned when he heard this.
When he came, his father only gave him five hundred ingots of copper.
Everything has been spent along the way.
Mainly for rewards.
"Then how are we going to survive?" Zhao Shuo murmured to himself.
Yingdao smiled.
Ask a Qin Gongsun how he lives?
Everyone in the Qin clan is a survival expert.
Even if he is captured by the Witch Clan, he can still find a way to survive.
There was even a Duke of Qin who was captured by the Wu tribe and brought back a Wu tribe wife.
He looked at Zhao Shuo and said: "Don't worry, if I win a bite of Yingdao, your share will be indispensable!"
Although Yingdao was young, he also knew that Zhao Shuo was from the Qing clan of the Jin State and had the same origin as the Duke of Qin.
Naturally, we understand that the friendships established now will be important connections in the future.
Just like his grandfather, he got acquainted with today's Duke of Jin, thus establishing today's Qin-Jin alliance.
