"I am really Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng!"
"This old man is really Meng Yi!"
"I'm really Wang Ben!"
"Yes, yes, yes. You are…"
Chu Jun looked helplessly at the three oddly dressed middle-aged men.
He shook his head.
Was she acting silly?
Or was it because he fell into the sea and his brain was filled with water?
The story started three years ago.
Chu Jun was a state-level researcher and a professor of biological agriculture.
He was nominated for the Nobel Prize at the age of 20.
That day, he was on a plane to return to the country to give a lecture. In the end, he encountered turbulence and the plane crashed!
When he woke up, he floated to the island.
The phone was gone.
There was nothing.
He barely survived by relying on coconuts.
Fortunately, the system had awakened and given him a novice gift bag!
Potato!
Sweet potatoes!
Super hybrid rice!
……
Twenty seeds.
After that, the system temporarily went into a deep sleep.
Chu Jun understood immediately.
As a veteran web novel enthusiast, Chu Jun knew that this was the beginning of her survival on a deserted island.
Since he was an agricultural expert, he started sowing.
Fortunately, the effects of these seeds were very good.
Especially hybrid rice, which could be watered with seawater and adapted to saline-alkalized land!
The production was astonishing!
3000 catties per mu!
As an agricultural professor, Chu Jun knew what this meant!
Spreading it out would benefit all mankind!
It was not a big deal for the hybrid rice experimental field to produce 3,000 catties per mu.
All kinds of chemical fertilizers were prepared to repel insects, so it was normal for the yield to be high.
The question was, what conditions could there be on a deserted island?
In the end…it reached a yield of 3000 catties per mu!
Chu Jun couldn't finish it at all!
Just like that, he was trapped on a deserted island for three years.
The SOS signal on the beach had changed hundreds of times!
There was no one!
There wasn't even a ghost!
Fortunately, Chu Jun was a person who could endure loneliness.
Now, he had an unshaven beard and shoulder-length hair.
He was too lazy to take care of it.
Anyway, he was alone.
Two days ago, a terrifying storm descended!
Then, Chu Jun picked up three people in strange clothes on the beach.
She had long hair and was wearing an ancient costume.
One was wearing a black dragon robe and a crown.
One was wearing armor and was dressed like a general.
The other one was dressed in court clothes and looked like a civil official.
As a loyal materialist, Chu Jun felt that these three must be actors in the production team.
It had to be said that the actors in the production team were really good.
This material!
Awesome!
He watched as the three of them wolfed down potatoes stewed with bacon and rice.
Chu Jun also sighed.
It was fine if someone came, but three men came.
Alright, they could play mahjong together.
Forget about the man, but the problem was that these three people were obviously stupid!
The one wearing the dragon robe said that he was Qin Shihuang!
The one wearing the official uniform said that he was Meng Yi.
The other said that he was Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu.
Chu Jun burst out laughing.
Was she acting like a demon?
This was the beginning of Survival on a deserted island, not transmigration!
Do you know about the Grandfather Paragon?
"Burp!"
Qin Shihuang let out a loud burp.
Looking at the unkempt Chu Jun, his eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.
This young man was too magical!
"Young man, what is this?"
"Potato!"
Chu Jun looked at the mess on the table.
Three good-for-nothings!
Damn it!
Ten catties of rice!
A pound of salted meat!
And two catties of potatoes!
It was all gone!
"Burp!"
"Your Majesty," Wang Ben said in a low voice while picking his teeth,"this rice is not wheat and millet…It tastes very good, like pearls."”
"Wheat-millet? This was called rice. Did water really get into your brains? Did you forget?”
Chu Jun sat down in exasperation.
He had originally thought that he would be able to meet three people he could talk to.
In the end, three idiots came!
F * ck!
"What about the meat?"
"Marinated wild boar meat."
Qin Shihuang frowned.
"Mountain boar?"
Wang Ben and Meng Yi's expressions changed.
Ever since Great Qin unified the six countries and unified the language, no one dared to mention the word 'pig' in front of His Majesty!
Pigs originated from the Chu dialect and were strictly prohibited!
Unexpectedly, His Majesty…was not angry?!
"Yes, it's a mountain pig."
Chu Jun was speechless.
What was wrong with him?
He spoke in a scholarly manner.
Wild boar it is, but why did he have to say wild boar?
Qin Shihuang opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time.
Was this…cheap meat?
He, the great Qin Emperor, actually ate cheap meat so well?
"Then what is this? It was soft and delicious, and it even felt full when eaten.”
" Are you stupid? This is a potato!"
Qin Shi Huang looked at Chu Jun and tilted his head, his face puzzled." Idiot? Potato?"
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