Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

Because the emperor lacked the ability to govern the country and could not effectively control the government, many officials below and those wealthy landlords and gentry acted recklessly. They used all kinds of means to exploit and oppress the common people, making their lives miserable and full of complaints.

In this way, the once glorious dynasty declined rapidly and fell into a precarious situation. The people once again fell into poverty, hunger and cold, and even basic food and clothing were difficult to maintain.

At this time, the end of the dynasty also ushered in a chaotic situation. Various forces rose up and launched fierce competition and fighting.

For some reason, Hua Ningyao felt a little bored, as if she was already accustomed to all this.

Perhaps it is precisely because she is out of tune with this era that she has such a unique feeling.

In her opinion, no matter who is in power, the essence does not make much difference. After all, she has personally experienced similar situations.

"snort?"

She snorted softly, slowly closed her eyes, and decided to continue to concentrate on her cultivation. For her, reading history books was just a way to pass the time, and occasionally she would just watch the show like a bystander.

However, most of the time she felt bored and tedious. In addition, as time passed, she lost her body and her memory gradually faded.

Looking back on these past events now, I always feel a sense of déjà vu yet vagueness.

. . . . . .

"Who am I?"

Time flies, and many years later, she woke up to a deafening burst of cannon fire.

Hua Ningyao slowly opened her eyes in a trance, and what came into her sight was a cannonball wrapped in flames rushing towards her with the force of thunder.

"what!"

She was startled and instinctively tried to dodge away.

However, what was despairing was that her body seemed to have lost all strength and control, and completely disobeyed the commands from her brain.

So she could only stare with eyes wide open, looking in horror at the deadly shell rushing straight towards her.

Is this the end? A deep despair welled up in her heart. Was she going to die here? Wait!

At the critical moment, something unexpected happened - the shell penetrated her body like a phantom, and then continued to rush backwards.

"Ok?"

Only then did she suddenly remember that she had lost her physical body and there was no such thing as life or death.

But that's not right. If that's the case, then who am I? What's going on with everything that's happening? Hua Ningyao, full of doubts, turned her head involuntarily and looked behind her.

I saw that there were also ships anchored there, but... in stark contrast to the well-equipped and powerful warships from the direction where the shells were flying, the ships here seemed extremely simple and old, and could be said to be quite outdated.

At this moment, the two sides were engaging in a fierce artillery duel across the sea. On one side was the fleet floating on the sea, and on the other side was the camp defending the coast.

There were still several wooden sailing ships floating on the shore, which had been blown to pieces and were beyond recognition.

The ships here are actually made of steel, but the problem is that the range of the artillery shells on the shore is too limited.

The artillery shells they fired had absolutely no effect on the enemy, at most it was just like giving the other side a colorful fireworks show.

. . . . . .

On the rough sea, shells streaked across the sky like meteors, bringing death and destruction to the world.

Every explosion caused a huge shock wave and flames, turning everything around into ruins, and the places where these shells fell were inevitably accompanied by the death of countless lives and tragic wails.

The strength of the two sides in this war was extremely different, like the difference between heaven and earth. One side had a strong naval force and advanced weapons and equipment.

The other side could only rely on coastal fortifications to hold on, but this was obviously unable to withstand the enemy's fierce artillery attack. The outcome was already doomed - the forces on the shore would eventually be defeated.

Just as Hua Ningyao was full of suspicion and wondering why the situation had developed to this point, suddenly a huge force pulled her out of the room and dragged her onto the busy street.

Then, she was dragged into an ordinary house again. The house was filled with thick and pungent smoke, which almost suffocated her.

Hua Ningyao looked carefully and saw a group of men and women lying on the beds in a mess, smoking leisurely.

Their faces showed a strange expression, as if they were immersed in extreme pleasure, or as if they were trapped in an endless dream world. This expression was definitely not what ordinary smokers could show.

Although he had lost most of his memory at this moment, and only trivial fragments of the past thousands of years remained in his mind, Hua Ningyao instinctively thought of a word in an instant: opium!

For some reason, she felt a strong hatred and irrepressible resistance towards this kind of item. Even though she had forgotten many things, the disgust that was deeply engraved in her soul was still so real and unforgettable.

When she was walking on the street just now, she noticed something strange. Many people looked extremely thin and weak, as if they would fall down with a gust of wind.

. . . . . .

This emaciated appearance was completely different from the appearance of the people in any era she had ever witnessed. In troubled times, common people often went hungry due to natural disasters and man-made calamities, and were eventually forced to starve to the point of being emaciated.

However, the temperament and eyes of these people at this moment are very different from those of the people at that time.

Those frail people seemed to be out of tune with the world around them, and looked strange and inexplicable, as if they were possessed by evil spirits.

If it is really caused by opium as we think, then nothing is surprising.

"If I sign such a peace treaty, I will be ashamed of my ancestors!"

Sitting on the dragon throne, the elderly emperor let out a heavy sigh, his eyes filled with reluctance and helplessness.

Immediately afterwards, all the ministers in the court gave their advice.

"Your Majesty, please be patient for a while to preserve the legacy left by your ancestors. When the time is right, you can revive and make a comeback."

But what they thought was too shallow and simple after all, and the gap between the two sides has now lasted for hundreds of years.

. . . . . .

Even if the people of the whole country grit their teeth, work hard and strive to catch up, it will probably take decades to catch up.

Moreover, the situation of the people who are currently living in such a special period is truly lamentable!