Extra*Postscript
Chang'an outside the book.
On the quaint street, three figures walked slowly, attracting countless people to look back.
The three people include one man and two women. The man is handsome and good-looking, and the two women are rare beauties. What's even more rare is that these two beauties look exactly the same. They are actually a pair of twin sisters.
They held the man's hands on either side, and their relationship looked very close.
To have such a beauty, one would have nothing to ask for in life, but he can hug her left and right, which makes countless men jealous.
"I was the one who looked for Brother Li Nuo first. Why did you follow me?"
"Brother Li Nuo is not yours alone, why can't I come out with you?"
"A follower, huh!"
"Whatever you say..."
Mu'er and Ning'er whispered a few words, then turned their heads away at the same time and ignored each other.
Li Nuo has become accustomed to this. When they stop quarreling one day, he will feel like something is missing around him.
Mu'er took Li Nuo's hand and asked, "Brother Li Nuo, when are we going back to visit Da Xia?"
Li Nuo shook his head and said, "That place is no longer the Great Xia you are familiar with. After a while, I will take you to see another world."
The flow of time in the two worlds is not the same. One year here will last for ten years in the book. So, seventy years should have passed in the book. Earth-shaking changes have already taken place there. When revisiting the place, there is no familiar shadow.
Li Nuo hasn't been back for a long time.
The world in the book doesn't need him.
Without him, that place is real.
The fate of that world lies entirely in the hands of their people.
No matter what the future holds, it is their own choice.
…
The seventy-sixth year of Datong.
Seventy years is just a short moment in the long river of history, but it is a long life for an ordinary person.
In the seventy years since Daxia's medical reform, medicine has developed rapidly and people's life expectancy has been greatly extended. If nothing unexpected happens, even ordinary people can live to be over 70 years old.
For decades, there has been no war on the mainland, the people have lived and worked in peace, and the population has increased several times.
Chang'an.
The low, old-style buildings were replaced by towering skyscrapers decades ago.
As the political, economic and cultural center of the entire continent, the population here has experienced a blowout growth since the unification of the world. Even after several expansions, which have made Chang'an's area several times larger than before, it still cannot meet the actual living needs.
In order to solve the housing problem, Chang'an underwent a thorough reconstruction sixty years ago. Buildings were built higher and higher, and people's lives also underwent earth-shaking changes.
Land in the capital area is extremely valuable, and all the fields have been turned into foundations. Except for the private courtyards of the rich, there is almost no arable land around Chang'an. The food, vegetables, etc. needed by the entire city have to be transported from other places.
Fortunately, farmers have been innovating rapidly over the years, and production has increased dozens of times compared to decades ago. Regardless of whether it is a year of disaster or a year of plenty, there are very few cases of people starving to death across the entire continent.
However, although ordinary people in Chang'an did not know what it felt like to be hungry, it was also difficult for them to eat fresh vegetables, let alone what fruit tasted like.
Chang'an is no longer suitable for farming, but farmers naturally have storage methods. They can transport vegetables and fruits from thousands of miles away and keep them fresh, as if they had just been picked. However, with a population of over 100 million in Chang'an, only a few wealthy people in the inner city can enjoy such precious ingredients.
In the new city of Chang'an, hundred-story skyscrapers pierce the sky, and the intricate streets are filled with traffic.
Chen Wei was riding his electric scooter and had just delivered an order of takeout, so he sat down beside the tree-lined avenue to take a rest.
The weather in June was really hot. He took out a bottle of water from the trunk of his electric car and drank it all in one gulp.
Boom!
A streamlined sports car roared past him. In the sports car, a young nobleman held the steering wheel with one hand, while with the other hand he groped the body of the graceful woman in the passenger seat.
Chen Wei licked his cracked lips. This sports car was a masterpiece built by the Mohist School's top mechanical engineer. He had been a delivery boy all his life and probably couldn't even afford a wheel for it.
This is fate...
As the sports car sped past, it overturned a pile of dead leaves on the roadside. The old sanitation worker who had just swept the fallen leaves into a pile could only shake his head helplessly, picked up the broom, and swept them together again.
Chen Wei looked up and saw that the square in front of the boulevard was under construction. Several huge statues were being dismantled in an orderly manner by people from the Ministry of Industry.
These statues have stood here for as long as he can remember.
When they were in school, they learned the stories of these statues. Decades ago, it was these people who overthrew the emperors on the mainland and established the new Great Xia Dynasty, which had no emperor and no powerful nobles.
That history has now been removed from the textbooks.
Now, even these statues are to be removed.
Chen Wei had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. If he didn't deliver the next order quickly, he would be fined by Manager Liu again...
A figure walked over from a distance. A pot-bellied man put his hands on his hips and looked at the old man who was sweeping up fallen leaves. He said unhappily, "Why are you still here? You've been doing this job for so long. I tell you, if you're lazy again, you'll have to pack up and go back. There are plenty of people who can do it if you don't want to. Chang'an lacks everything except people..."
Not far away, several scholars in blue shirts watched this scene silently.
One of them clenched his fist and said in a deep voice: "This world shouldn't be like this..."
…
PS: The closing remarks from a third-rate author.
In fact, part of my gratitude has already been written in the main text, so I will write it more carefully here.
After writing one or several successful books, many authors always want to write something profound, meaningful, and self-proclaimed awesome, but eventually they fall into the quagmire of literary youth and self-satisfaction and cannot extricate themselves.
My luck with online writing is relatively good.
I entered the industry when I was in college in 2014, and worked hard on writing for two years, accumulating some experience. After switching to Qidian, my two books had average subscriptions of over 20,000 in a row. I was a graduate student when I signed with the big writer, earning a million a year and enjoying great success.
Thinking about it now, that was probably the easiest time for me to write. I didn’t have to think about the plot deliberately. I would just turn on the computer every day and work, and inspiration would pour out.
After signing with the great writer, I became arrogant and always wanted to write something profound and meaningful. Although the subsequent fairy tales and fantasy novels both received more than 30,000 views and the results seemed better, it was just an illusion of short-lived prosperity.
After all, the author is not the protagonist of his own book and can easily get what he wants.
When one's abilities are limited, if one wants too much, one often ends up not getting any of it.
In this book, I wanted to write about emotions, revolution, struggle, discuss free will, write about historical cycles, and write something a little different... But I didn't realize that what the author wants to write may not be what the readers want to read, and that trying to write too much may not necessarily lead to a good writing experience.
Online literature is updating too quickly. I am still stuck in the old ideas of a few years ago. It will take some time to prepare for the next book. I will have to read some best-selling works, cure my literary problems, summarize my experiences and lessons, and save some more manuscripts. I’m afraid I will have to wait until the second half of the year to publish the book.
Thank you for your support.
Respectfully submitted by Rong Xiaorong, a third-rate author.
(End of this chapter)
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