The sun and moon reincarnated, and time flowed.
Under Ying Zheng's rule, the Qin Country had developed rapidly, and every day was changing.
Great Qin is the land of Ba and Shu.
Bao Zheng, whose face was as black as charcoal, was inspecting a field with a few men dressed in simple clothes and an old man with a dusty face.
"God of Grains, it's all thanks to your help in planting potatoes this time!”
"In a few days, when the potatoes are ripe and the harvest is bumper, I will definitely report your contributions to the king!”
"The king of my Qin country is wise and forthright. He will definitely reward you heavily!”
Bao Zheng looked at the old man beside him with a smile on his face.
The people around him were all farm disciples that Bao Zheng had found out. The old God of Grains was one of the Six Sages of the Farmer Family and was proficient in the art of planting all kinds of plants.
Most of the high-yield grain seeds that Mo Xuan had given him had yet to be planted due to the season.
Only potatoes could be planted in large quantities in Shu because of their short growth cycle. Now, all the grain fields in the entire Ba and Shu were filled with potatoes!
The God of Grains squatted down and carefully grabbed a green insect from a half-withered potato leaf. His eyes were filled with smiles.
"Lord Bao, you don't have to do this!"
"It's my fortune to be able to see a magical crop like potatoes grow and mature!”
"If the potatoes can really produce ten thousand catties per mu after they ripen, as the king said, it will be a great favor to the entire world, and its merit will be comparable to that of Sage Emperor Shennong!”
Bao Zheng was also filled with excitement and anticipation.
He looked around and saw half green and half yellow potatoes everywhere.
"Once these hundreds of thousands of acres of potatoes in Shu ripen, the potatoes will definitely pile up like a mountain and feed the entire Qin country!”
"Let's wait a little longer. The potatoes will ripen very soon!”
Bao Zheng's eyes were full of smiles as he looked at the vast and mighty Min River in the distance. The water flow was gentle, and a group of commoners were busy building the Dujiang River.
"County Governor Li Bing's Dujiang Weir will soon be completed!”
"Once this irrigation project is completed, there will be no more famine in Shu!”
"Adding on all the high-yield food, just Shu alone is enough to produce endless food and support Great Qin in sweeping through the six countries!”
Bao Zheng looked at the scenery in a relaxed and happy manner. His heart was filled with gratification.
Great Qin's strength was growing day by day, and the people were no longer starving. How could Bao Zhengzi not be happy?
However, Bao Zheng's happiness did not last long.
As the saying goes, good fortune is the source of disaster.
When the potatoes were about to mature and the Dujiangyan Water Conservancy, which had been built for eight years, was about to be completed, the heavens did not favor them.
Rumble!
In the blink of an eye, a violent wind blew and endless dark clouds rolled over. The sky instantly darkened and thunder rumbled continuously.
A sudden storm came.
"This rain is quite heavy!"
"Quick, find a place to hide from the rain!"
Bao Zheng, the God of Grains, and the others quickly ran to a straw shed in the field, ready to take shelter from the rain.
The God of Grains looked at the dark sky, but his expression was solemn and worried.
"From my experience, this is no ordinary rain!”
"This heavy rain is likely to last for a few days!”
"If that's the case, I'm afraid the potatoes in the fields are in trouble! Even the unfinished Dujiangyan in the Min River was in danger!”
Just as the God of Grains finished speaking, another thunderclap sounded.
Kacha!
Rumble!
Lightning flashed, and the wind howled.
Soon, a heavy rain fell.
Hualala!
Bean-sized raindrops fell to the ground densely and quickly gathered into puddles in the fields.
The whole of Shu was covered by the endless rain, and the world was dark.
Bao Zheng and the God of Grains could not care less about their wet clothes. They looked up at the sky, their hearts filled with worry.
……
Hualala!
The torrential rain continued to fall.
Even though it was noon, the sky was unusually dark.
Bao Zheng's tanned face was very haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky.
"Three days!"
"This storm has been going on for three days!”
"It hasn't stopped for three days and three nights. The water in the fields can't be drained, and the Min River has already begun to flood!”
Bao Zheng was still standing in the potato field. Even though it had been raining for three days, he still did not go back.
Many guards and officials from Shu County carried the sedan chair to pick up Bao Zheng many times, but Bao Zheng was unmoved and continued to stay in the rain in the field.
"This kind of rainstorm is rare!”
"If this continues, the freshly ripe potatoes will definitely be soaked!”
"And the Dujiang Weir that took eight years to build in the Min River will also be in vain!”
Bao Zheng was extremely worried and haggard, but he was stubborn and refused to leave.
The farmer's God of Grain had a high cultivation level, so his situation was slightly better than Bao Zheng's.
However, he looked at the potato field that was completely soaked in water, and his eyes were filled with endless heartache.
"If this rain doesn't stop, our hard work over the past few months will be ruined!”
"Not only will the potatoes not be harvested, but the entire people of Shu will also suffer a great disaster.”
"Heavens, what have the people done?”
The Valley God looked up to the sky and sighed, lamenting the hardships of the people.
……
In the Guanzhong region of Qin, in the palace of Xianyang.
Ying Zheng sat on the throne, looking at the sky with a worried expression.
"It's the harvest time for the potatoes. It's raining in Xianyang. I wonder how Shu is doing.”
At this moment, a messenger, who had run six horses to death and was drenched in sweat, rushed into the palace and came before Ying Zheng.
"Great King, bad news!"
"It has been raining heavily in Shu for days and nights!”
"Hundreds of thousands of hectares of potatoes might rot, and the Dujiangyan River that Li Bing, the governor of the Min River, has yet to complete is also in danger!”
"If the rain doesn't stop, the millions of people in Shu will become fish and prawns!”
Ying Zheng's body trembled, and he abruptly stood up from his throne, his eyes filled with horror.
"What?!"
"My potatoes, Li Bing's Dujiang Weir, and the millions of people in Shu are all affected!”
"This won't do. I must immediately ask Wei Water Spirit Venerable to stop this disaster!”
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