The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

As soon as the gods sent the tools for building the greenhouse, Qi Yu and Zhao Li led people to start plowing the land and building the greenhouse.

The convicts had never heard of this method of growing cooked vegetables and did not believe it, but due to Zhao Li's official authority, they dared not disobey and each of them took the tools for building the temple and began to hoe the ground.

"No, without oxen, my hands would be useless and I wouldn't be able to reclaim the wasteland."

Someone complained.

Zhao Li was also in a dilemma. "Then I'll ask someone to find Sun Xian and ask him to distribute farm tools to us and lend us some cattle. Now that we have fresh vegetables, I can teach them this method. It will be mutually beneficial."

Qi Yu had the same idea as him, so he asked Jiang Zhi to go with him.

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhi and others only brought back hoes.

"Famine is everywhere. The cattle in Huai Village and surrounding counties were slaughtered at the beginning of the year. Not a single one is left."

"There are only two hoes and so many of us. Isn't this nonsense?" The convict simply gave up and quit.

Zhao Li shouted, "Get up, even if you don't have the right tools, you have to work. At most, one acre a day, but you have to plow the land within a month."

You are already a fugitive, how can you expect to come here and enjoy yourself?

Zhao Li took out the whip he used to whip everyone.

After two days of being the boss, the convicts forgot the purpose of their coming here. When they saw the whip, they remembered the past and buried their heads in work.

During the exile, everyone had iron shackles on their hands and feet, which were only removed when they could not use them to build the temple. Zhao Li thought that it was time to put them back on everyone.

"Go, bring me the iron shackles. You all have forgotten why you came here. If you had lived in peace and order in the past, why would you come here and suffer this torture?"

Qi Yu, who was standing by, shuddered and a cold look came over.

"Are you talking about me?"

Zhao Li finally came back to his senses and shook his head with a smile, "Hey, I'm not talking about you, it's just that these people are too irritating."

Qi Yu raised his hands and said, "Then Brother Zhao, please cuff me too, otherwise they will blame you."

Zhao Li broke out in a cold sweat. How could he dare to do that? This man was protected by a god.

"So what do you think we should do now? These people eat so much meat every day that they've forgotten their status as exiles. If a few of them escape tomorrow, won't I never be able to return to the Imperial Capital?"

Qi Yu knew what Zhao Li said made sense, but he disagreed. "Although Sun Xian sent people to distribute a lot of food, but not much was received from every household. Many people in Huai Village died of famine, and many refugees from the surrounding areas also came. Now that they know we have obtained food, by the morning of the jin day, there are nearly 30,000 people in Huai Village. There are more porridge than monks. Only in our exile area, everyone has enough to eat. Do you think they will run away?"

I can't go back to Dijing, and maybe life in other places is not as comfortable as in Huaicun.

It’s just farming, everyone needs to know where to survive.

"But we don't have any cattle, and our farm tools are inadequate. How can we open up the wasteland?"

Qi Yu didn't want to trouble the gods this time. He wanted to rely on his past knowledge and study on his own. If he really failed, he could ask the gods for advice.

"Leave it to me, I'll develop it as soon as possible."

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In the noisy bar, Song Nian sat in the corner of the booth, letting the lights shine on her face, and she kept staring at her phone.

Before leaving, she installed a camera in the room facing the printer, and her mobile phone and computer connected to each other via Bluetooth to enable remote control.

At this moment, the lights were swaying and the figures were looming. The handsome men and beautiful women on the stage were dancing to the rhythm of the rock music. The men and women at the booth were either clinking glasses or whispering to each other. Only Song Nian was staring at the screen of his mobile phone and smiling foolishly.

"I have a question, could the gods answer it?"

Qi Yu was always so polite when talking to her.

This exiled prince was indeed just as humble and polite as described in his autobiography, which was exactly the type she liked.

"I'm trying to build a greenhouse as the gods suggested, but now there are no oxen to plow the land. We only have the most basic hoe, which is barely enough. So I used what I learned in school to develop a hoe that can plow the land myself. However, there is still one thing I don't understand. I wonder if the gods can help me solve this problem."

Song Nian looked at the surveillance footage and saw bamboo sticks suddenly appearing on the desk. Those were probably the paper used by Da Jin.

It looked like a simple picture of a hoe carved with a knife.

He carved it really well. If this thing is given to Uncle Zhou, it will definitely help the museum's work of restoring unofficial history, right?

Song Nian planned to spend the night safely, so she contacted Zhou Bo and said she would not sell it but would donate it all.

As for Qi Yu's question, how could she understand the importance of land? She was afraid that even three generations ago, they might not have developed such a thing. She immediately opened a certain website to search for information.

"Xiao Nian, come over and have a drink. Why are you staring at your phone and laughing like an idiot?"

The person arranged by Li Lin seemed to be the cousin of a certain aunt's daughter. She was quite familiar and came over with a glass of wine and wanted to look at her mobile phone.

Song Nian scrolled through the pages quickly, his bright eyes meeting hers openly. "Just checking some information. I don't drink, so I won't."

"Come to the bar to check the internet?"

The man sneered with contempt.

Just as the chaotic song stopped, people in the booth and the surrounding booths burst into laughter.

Song Nian stared at her with cold eyes.

On this day in her previous life, she was with Song Lai, one holding her shoulders and the other pouring a yellowish liquid into her mouth. In the middle of the night, she was like a sick dog, looking everywhere for something to relieve the itch in her heart.

She got infected with something she shouldn't have, and she didn't dare tell anyone.

Like a monster, hiding here and there.

"I remember my cousin can drink a lot, so let her drink it for me."

Song Nian replied to Qi Yu remotely: "Wait for me half an hour, tear that scumbag girl apart first and then come back." He picked up the wine glass, lifted her chin and drank a glass of strong liquor, regardless of whether his cousin was willing or not.

"Song Nian, you're crazy!"

My cousin didn't react at all. In her memory, Song Nian was a very easy-going person who had no temper with anyone.

She had never expected to be forced to drink, and after drinking a glass of strong liquor, she choked and burst into tears.

She pretended to cry, "Xiao Nian, you are too much of a bully. I offered you a drink out of kindness, how could you treat me like this? Is it so great to get into a good university? I know that rich girls like you who are so high and mighty look down on people like us who can't afford to go to school."

"If you look down on me, just say it directly. It's not enough for me to stay away from you, but you have to treat me like this?"

My cousin cried sadly and desperately, her tears falling like beads from a broken string. She chose to cry before the next song, attracting the attention of everyone around her.

Song Nian is fair-skinned and dresses stylishly.

My cousin had squatted on the ground, shaking and trembling like a frightened little white rabbit, her glasses red, looking weak and aggrieved. She was in stark contrast to me.

"Why is this person like this? We are all here to have fun, who is he looking down on?"

"Exactly. Is getting into a good university such a big deal? Quick, everyone, find out which university this girl attends and write a letter of denunciation to the school."

Young people love to go to bars, and they also love the inequality and discrimination in political society.

This wave of moral kidnapping really made Song Nian realize it.

In order to avoid being exposed online, Song Nian also knew that there was only one way to deal with the tea girl.

More tea than her!