Gu Meizhi

The country of Zhongrong has a vast territory, and the ethnic groups live along the banks of the Qing River, self-sufficient, and live in peace.

The only downside is that there are not many people. Although it is a long-standing kingdom of God from ancient times to the present, there are only a few hundred people still alive today, and they are no longer young.

"For more than a hundred years, there have been almost no descendants of the ancient gods born. You are the last one. In the past, when Yingji gave birth, almost all the three worlds were shocked..."

Mei Qingjian followed the Emperor Zhongrong and walked slowly by the river, listening to the old man casually telling some old stories about the Protoss, all the Chinese people he met along the way stopped to give way and bowed to the Emperor.

Some of them might become curious about Mei Qingjian, so they followed them a few steps behind, watching the gaps between the two of them talking, interjecting from time to time.

Although Emperor Zhongrong is the lord of a country, when he gets along with the people, he doesn't have the arrogance and dignity of a superior. On the contrary, he is more like a kind and tolerant old grandfather.

Walking to the twists and turns of the river, a Zhongrong citizen behind Mei Qingjian patted him on the shoulder, pointed to a thin stream branching in the distance, and said softly: "The water in Taoyuan River is the sweetest. , can’t help but taste it.”

According to the emperor of Zhongrong, the people of China are peaceful and indifferent, and they don't like killing and fighting.

Thousands of years ago, the gods and the four great monsters fought each other. To protect themselves, the Chinese chose the most remote of the 36 caves to live in. For thousands of years, they could only communicate with the Baimin Kingdom through waterways.

20 years ago, the Tu Clan of the Baimin Kingdom was destroyed, and China has never been in contact with the outside world since then.

Therefore, although Mei Qingjian is completely dressed in white, he is completely different from ordinary people, but the Chinese people treat him very kindly.Seeing him walking with the emperor, they all called him the emperor.

As far as Mei Qingjian was concerned, this was the first time she had encountered it.Although it was his first time to set foot in China where his mother's family lived, he had the natural closeness brought by close relatives by blood, without any hint of alienation.

He stood there in a daze for a while, then followed what the man said, walked a few steps towards the stream called Taoyuan Stream, and leaned over to grab a handful of water.

The water in this stream is extremely cold, even though she held the water in her palm for a moment, Mei Qingjian felt that her knuckles were slightly numb from the cold.

He lowered his head and drank it slowly, and he really felt that the stream water was clean and sweet, with endless aftertaste, and an indescribably refreshing spiritual breath, which melted into all limbs and bones along the veins of his body, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Curious in his heart, he immediately asked: "This stream is full of spiritual energy, could it be also left over from ancient times?"

The emperor of Zhongrong smiled and said: "Exactly. The name of this river running across Zhongrong is called Guishui, which was opened by the emperor himself in the past years. Dozens of streams here are all branches from Guishui.

"Chinese people only need to drink water and don't need to eat. This is also because the aura in the GUI water is full of stagnation."

Speaking of this, the old man sighed again, looked into the distance, and said softly: "However, although China can't hide from the world, it can't escape the time of more than ten thousand years.

"Through the vicissitudes of life, the people and affairs have changed, and the waterway of the Gui River has gradually become thinner and narrower. Perhaps in a few hundred years, this river left over from the ancient wilderness will also dry up."

The people of the Chinese nation surrounding Emperor Zhongrong all lowered their heads, looking a little sad.Emperor Zhongrong sighed softly, and murmured: "The descendants of the gods are withered, and the mortals are on top, maybe it is the way of heaven..."

Mei Qingjian frowned slightly, he squatted down with his robe lifted, and stretched out his hand into the stream.The stream is quite shallow, and a few pebbles scattered on the bottom of the water can barely be touched.

He picked up a ball of wet soil at the bottom of the stream, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully, and closed his eyes to appreciate the hidden spiritual breath in it, and asked, "For thousands of years, Chinese people have only filled their stomachs with Gui water, and never Have you tried the rest of the food?"

Before Emperor Zhongrong opened his mouth, a younger clansman beside him responded: "We have tried to pick wild fruits and hunt wild animals. But the descendants of Zhongrong have different physiques, and they need the continuity of spiritual energy to survive." .

"Except for Gui water, ordinary food can't provide spiritual energy, so it's useless."

Mei Qingjian was slightly startled, as if thinking of something, before he opened his mouth, Emperor Zhongrong said slowly: "Although your mother is from China, you only have half of Zhongrong's blood, and you will not inherit such a bloodline." special physique.

"Nowadays, it is difficult to give birth to children among the descendants of the gods, and the people of the Kingdom of Zhongrong are becoming rarer and rarer. It is the way of heaven, and we cannot imagine it."

Mei Qingjian listened to his words, tilted her head in meditation, and said softly: "Perhaps... that's not the case."

He carefully inspected the lump of soil in his palm, and then looked into the distance, carefully observing the terrain trend on both sides of the Guishui River, pointed to a piece of flat fertile soil in the distance, and said to Emperor Zhongrong: "Mortal legends, five Grain Shennong found rice, millet, millet, wheat, and bean, and taught the descendants how to cultivate them, and used them as food. People of the Bai nationality used to eat millet, but they had never seen other types.

"From the perspective of Qing Dynasty, if we can open up agricultural land, divert the tributaries of the Gui River into the rice fields to irrigate the seedlings, cultivate rice, and harvest the rice in autumn, it may contain the spirit of the Gui River and provide the daily food of the people."

When Mei Qingjian said this, he looked hesitant again, and said to himself: "It's just that the water in the Gui River is extremely cold, and I don't know if the rice seedlings can survive...

"That's right, once the seedlings can grow in the Gui water, they will definitely be infiltrated by its aura, and if they feed on it, they will definitely be able to continue the aura."

Emperor Zhongrong was quite surprised when he heard it. Although he had lived for thousands of years, because China had never communicated with the outside world, he was almost unheard of what Mei Qingjian said, so he nodded repeatedly and asked questions He said: "Is this method of cultivating five grains known to everyone in the mortal world?"

Mei Qing gradually lowered her eyes, and said softly: "That's not the case, I didn't know how to farm in the past... It's all because of Master's careful teaching."

Even the Elder Tianji, who has a peek at the will of heaven and is proficient in astrology and divination, would never have expected that he took Mei Qingjian to live in the Wuling thatched cottage for more than ten years, teaching the young disciples how to distinguish the seedlings and how to do it. Loose soil irrigation, even today, can actually help the world and the people for an ancient kingdom of gods that has reached the end of its path.

Going around and going around is nothing more than the word "Fate".

In this way, Mei Qingjian settled down in Zhongrong, and carefully helped the people of Zhongrong to divert water to open up fields, select seeds and raise seedlings.

Although they are full of spiritual energy and well-connected to the world, they still can't control the four seasons of spring and autumn. When they can transplant seedlings into the fields, they can only go to the paddy fields to topdress fertilizers and weeds again and again to prevent diseases and insect pests.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, he is not far from ordinary people.

Mei Qing was gradually placed in it, as if she had returned to the time when she was young and lived in the Wuling thatched cottage with her master.

The Chinese are simple and kind, optimistic and peaceful by nature, and the farming industry is just right for them.

Mei Qingjian no longer needs to endure the cold eyes, ridicule, and conspiracy of outsiders, as long as he treats others with sincerity, the Chinese people around him will treat him with sincerity.

This is easy to say, but in the 20 years he has personally experienced, he knows it is difficult.