"This... According to custom, today is the day for food and fodder to enter the city."

Feeling Meng Tian's low pressure, the man's voice became lower and lower.

"So...so the meals have returned to their former size."

Prince Fusu came to his rescue and said, "It's okay. The immortals have given rice to the Qin army. We should have two meals today."

Meng Tian shook his head, dismissed the soldiers, and said with some disapproval: "Sir, I know you are reluctant, but this food and grass can't last two meals a day!"

"Back then, when our Qin State and Zhao State were at war for a long time, we were able to win the battle because Qin State had more food!"

Prince Fusu sighed and said, "General Meng, things are different now. Although our Great Qin still has plenty of food and grass, it lacks prestige."

Back then, no one could match the prestige of the God of Death Bai Qi.

Looking at the much-grown Prince Fusu in front of him, Meng Tian was somewhat incredulous, "What does Prince Fusu mean?"

"Fusu may be greedy, but if an immortal gives me rice today, then an immortal will give me good seeds tomorrow. Why should I worry about not having food?"

...

...

Prince Fusu stood with his hands behind his back, making no effort to conceal his desire.

At this moment, Meng Tian seemed to see the figure of His Majesty the First Emperor.

Although I don’t know why the eldest son has grown up quietly to this point, it is indeed a blessing for the Qin Dynasty.

Without saying anything more, he just did as he was told.

The aroma of rice soup lingered in the military camp.

The soldiers couldn't help swallowing.

“Is this the rice given by the immortal?”

The older Qin Bing said, "That's snow-white rice. Only during the New Year will my wife give me a handful of it."

"Yes, rice is more precious than millet."

After waiting in line for a while, the thin soldier finally got his meal without talking to anyone else.

He carefully held the porridge and sat in the corner.

The Qin laws were strict, not because they were afraid of being robbed, but because it had become a habit.

The little soldier took a sip of the rice soup and wiped his wet eyes with his patched sleeve.

He missed home...

He remembered that his father and mother were both there during the Chinese New Year.

My sister was not sold either.

The whole family gathered in the small house.

Mother carefully opened the cloth.

The tightly wrapped coarse cloth contained the rice that my mother had spent several nights rubbing together.

During the day, my mother went to work. At night, when everyone was asleep, she was still rubbing the rice with a pestle and mortar in the dark.

The bowl of white rice porridge during the Chinese New Year is the expectation for family reunion.

"Zi, why are you still hiding and wiping your tears like that child?"

The little soldier named "Zi" drank a mouthful of rice soup and said gloomily: "I miss home..."

He has never had rice porridge since his mother died.

He thought he would never be able to drink again in his life.

I wonder if his mother is doing well over there?

Did mother rub the rice again?

Thinking of the immortal appearing, he suddenly knelt on the ground.

I bowed to the blue sky above my head and said, "If the immortals can hear my prayers, I only hope that my family will be well!"

Yes, he didn’t pray for himself to have a good life at the border, but hoped that his family would have a good life.

His voice was not loud, but it instantly silenced the people around him.

Thinking of their families’ concerns, many people knelt on the ground and sobbed continuously.

Zhang Han saw that the effect was almost there, and hurriedly said loudly: "Why do I, an old Qin man, do this? Now the immortals have given us immortal food. When we defeat the Xiongnu and earn military merit, we can go home!"

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, and every word touched people's hearts.

"Yes, the thing we Qin people fear least is war!"

The Qin Dynasty used a twenty-level military merit system. The more people you killed, the faster you were promoted.

"That's right, now that we have the Immortal here, Daqin will be unstoppable!"

The Qin army wiped away their tears, and said with great vigor: "Let us bravely fight against the national crisis together!"

Inside the house, Prince Fusu watched everything happening outside with satisfaction.

I hope the appearance of the immortal can bring vitality to Daqin.

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After returning from the excavation site, Li Rongrong suppressed the uncertainties in her mind and toured the scenic area as usual.

He was stopped after taking just two steps.

"Boss, I...will be starting school soon."

Several employees looked at her and said hesitantly, "So I'm leaving next week. I'm telling you in advance."

The others nodded as well: "Boss, we too..."

"Okay, then go to the finance department to collect your salary."

"Boss, our finance manager Wang is going to take a week off, and we're afraid that by then..."

"It's okay. I'll transfer the money to you when the time comes."

After sending away a few people, she felt troubled when she saw the few people in the scenic area.

Although the scenic spot is located in Xi'an, there are historical sites everywhere in Xi'an.

Foreign tourists will only go to more famous scenic spots. For scenic spots like hers which are just ancient scenery, it’s okay during the peak tourist season, but there are basically no tourists in the off-season.

There is a reason why the scenic spot’s business is not good.

She thought about making some antique objects, but she lacked reference materials.

If they refer to what is in the museum, then people can just go to the museum directly.

Also, apart from the scenery, there are no eye-catching entertainment projects in the scenic area.

If this vicious cycle continues, the scenic spot will go bankrupt soon.

If she wasn't sure what the mirror was, she would have wanted to build a wishing well in the scenic area.

The fun is that tourists throw all kinds of things into the mirror. As to whether the wish can be realized, it depends on personal opinion.

After wandering around with all sorts of thoughts, Li Rongrong finally went back to the supermarket.

Due to insufficient customer flow, we initially purchased a lot of goods, but many items were not sold and expired.

"Take inventory of whatever is expired or about to expire, and move it to the third floor."

Several employees of the supermarket responded and went to work.

She didn't know what the mirror was, so she could only try with the things she was supposed to deal with.

Also, what is the relationship between the mirror and the Qin Dynasty, why did something from the Qin Dynasty fall out, and what are the terms of the exchange of the items.

Thinking about this, she got into the elevator.

As she entered the room, the mirror shook slightly as if it sensed her.

As a result, she waited for a long time but nothing fell out.

Do you have to give something first before you can get something out?

Thinking about this, Li Rongrong picked up the notebook on the table and stuffed it in.

As soon as the notebook was stuffed in, the mirror changed.

Then, the man I had seen before appeared in the mirror again.

In the quaint house, filled with smoke, a man could be vaguely seen.

He was only wearing white undergarments, and next to him was a wooden barrel. The steam from the barrel wet the ends of his hair.

The moment he looked back, he was like a banished immortal.

The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world.

Prince Fusu paused as he was unbuttoning his belt.

Looking back, he saw the mirror shaking in the room and hurried forward.

This time a stack of blocks appeared.

When I turned it over, the inside felt like cloth, as white as snow.

There are three gold-plated words on the cover.

It is neither the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty nor the script of the other six kingdoms.

Could it be immortal writing?