I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

A disciple of the immortals, trapped in the mortal world, longs for his homeland.

This explanation is reasonable.

Zhang Ying looked at the three of them, each with a more solemn expression than the last, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

I was just venting my negative emotions that I had accumulated over the past three years, how did I manage to scare these drama fanatics?

However, he had to admit that it was really nice to have someone to talk to.

For three years, he has been alone on this island, talking to himself, playing the piano for the pigs and chickens, and playing mahjong by himself.

Only he himself knows the loneliness that drives a person crazy.

Now that there are three more people who, although not mentally sound, are still living, breathing people, and can chat and play mahjong with me, I'm already incredibly fortunate.

After all, this godforsaken place doesn't even have Wi-Fi.

"Sir, there is no need to worry."

Ying Zheng's voice broke the silence. He stepped forward and lowered his posture even further.

"Once we are freed and return to Xianyang, I... I will mobilize all the forces of Qin to search for your family."

Zhang Ying twitched the corner of her mouth.

Again.

This guy's sense of immersion is really strong.

"Alright, alright, Lao Ying, I appreciate the sentiment." Zhang Ying waved her hand, her face saying, "I understand."

"Your illness definitely needs treatment; you can't delay any longer."

He patted Ying Zheng on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Once you get out of here, I'll really get you an appointment with a specialist. Besides Anding Hospital, I'll recommend one in Linyi. I heard there's a professor there named Yang, known as the 'Thunder and Lightning King,' who specializes in treating all kinds of defiance and internet addiction. It'll be incredibly effective for your kind of delusional disorder."

Thunder King?

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's reactions.

What an arrogant title!

Those who can control lightning must be figures of the highest order, like ancient immortals.

This Mr. Zhang indeed has intricate connections with the celestial realm.

Seeing their surprised expressions, Zhang Ying became even more certain of her judgment.

See? He's gone completely mad, even believing the "Thunder and Lightning King" to be a true deity.

He sighed and decided to stop arguing with these mentally ill people; changing the subject was the real issue.

"Come on, don't just stand there. Let me show you around my agritainment business."

Zhang Ying rallied her spirits and led the three of them deeper into the reclaimed field.

Ying Zheng and his two companions immediately followed, like three curious children, behind their teacher in preparation for a spring outing.

They walked through the sweet potato field and came to a crop with tall stalks.

The crop was taller than a person, with tassels at the top and sturdy, club-shaped fruits wrapped around its thick stems.

"This is corn." Zhang Ying casually broke off a piece, peeled off the thick green husk, and revealed the plump, golden kernels inside.

"When boiled, it's sweet and sticky. When dried and ground into flour, it can be used to make steamed buns, pancakes, or porridge."

He weighed the corn cob in his hand.

"The yield of this stuff is not bad. I don't take good care of it, but I can still get about two thousand catties per mu."

Two thousand catties!

This was yet another number that made Meng Yi and Wang Ben's hearts race.

Meng Yi quickly took out the precious sheet of linen paper and the willow twig pen from his pocket, carefully unfolded them, dipped a small ink stick he carried with him in some saliva, and quickly wrote on the paper.

"Jade and rice, yield per mu: two thousand jin..."

As he wrote, he marveled at the advantages of this paper. If it were bamboo slips, it wouldn't be so convenient at this moment; if it were silk, he would never have been willing to use it in this way.

This item, along with the papermaking method, must be brought back to the Qin Dynasty.

Zhang Ying glanced at him, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

"Over there are cucumbers. They're crisp, refreshing, and good for cooling down. You can eat them raw or stir-fry them."

"That bright red fruit is called a tomato, also known as a cherry tomato. It's sweet and sour, and it's delicious eaten raw, stir-fried, or in soup."

Every time Zhang Ying introduced something, Wang Ben would rush over like a bandit, grabbing it and stuffing it into his mouth before she could finish speaking.

"Mmm! Delicious!" He first nibbled on a cucumber, his mouth filled with its refreshing aroma.

Then he grabbed another tomato and took a big bite.

The sweet and sour juice burst in his mouth, a wonderful taste he had never experienced before.

He finished one in a few bites, and then picked another one, eagerly handing it to Ying Zheng.

"Old Ying, try this! It's delicious!"

Ying Zheng accepted the tomato. This fruit had only been introduced to the Central Plains during the Ming Dynasty, and to him, it was a true celestial fruit.

He took a bite, just like Wang Ben, and was slightly taken aback by the unique flavor.

Zhang Ying looked at their naive and unsophisticated expressions and a wicked smile crept onto her lips.

He deliberately led the three of them to a plant covered with small, bright red fruits.

"Come, come, look at this." He pointed to the bright red chilies.

"This thing is brightly colored, and it looks festive."

Wang Ben's eyes lit up when he heard this.

The color is so beautiful, it must taste amazing!

Before Zhang Ying could finish her introduction, he rushed forward, picked the biggest and reddest one, and without thinking, stuffed it into his mouth and took a big bite.

next second.

Wang Ben's face turned from bronze to crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He stood frozen in place, mouth agape, like a dehydrated fish.

"Ah... Ahhh!"

A blood-curdling scream shattered the tranquility of the island.

Wang Ben jumped up and down wildly, slapping his mouth haphazardly with both hands, tears and snot instantly streaming down his face.

"Water! Water! Poison! It's poisonous!" he hissed incoherently, feeling as if he had swallowed a pot of burning charcoal.

"Pfft..." Zhang Ying finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It'll make your mouth water!

Meng Yi reacted the fastest, quickly stuffing the remaining half of the tomato in his hand into Wang Ben's mouth.

"Quick! Eat it!"

Wang Ben didn't care about anything else, grabbed the tomato and stuffed it into his mouth. The cool, sweet and sour juice finally suppressed his raging anger.

He was panting heavily, looking like he had just escaped a disaster.

"Sir, what kind of poison is this?" he asked, still shaken.

"Poison?" Zhang Ying laughed until her stomach hurt. "It's a condiment, called chili pepper."

Ying Zheng recalled the hot and sour shredded potatoes he had eaten before; the appetizing spiciness was actually from that dish.

Meng Yi carefully picked one off, not daring to bite it, but only gently licking it with the tip of his tongue.

A burning, spicy sensation instantly washed over me.

"The spiciness of this thing is similar to that of Zhu Yu, but it is a hundred times more intense," Meng Yi exclaimed.

In the Qin Dynasty, spiciness mainly comes from dogwood, Sichuan pepper, and ginger. Dogwood has a mild spiciness, is scarce, and is complicated to produce, making it far less direct and intense than chili peppers.

After Wang Ben recovered, he smacked his lips. After the burning sensation subsided, a peculiar fragrance wafted from the back of his tongue.

Instead of getting angry, he grinned and chuckled.

That's awesome!

This silly goose.

Ying Zheng shook his head; his attention was drawn to another scene along the edge of the field.