Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

Lu Li turned over and casually opened the international news channel.

Red war markers are densely distributed in every corner of the map.

The smoke of war in the Middle East, the gunfire in Eastern Europe, the turmoil in Africa...

Nearly half of the world's countries are mired in war, with bloodshed occurring constantly.

The news anchor announced in a clear and articulate voice: "Early this morning, armed forces in a certain region fired rockets again, hitting a local refugee camp and killing at least fifty people..."

"Due to years of war, the country's currency has been severely devalued, causing a serious humanitarian crisis."

Lu Li looked at the children crying amidst the ruins and at the smuggling boats full of refugees capsizing in the waves, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"This world is truly turbulent."

Lu Li swiped his finger and switched to domestic news.

"my country's domestically developed new-generation aircraft carrier has successfully completed its sea trials."

"Wind power projects in Northwest China have been successfully connected to the grid, and annual power generation is expected to break new records."

Every time I see this kind of news, I feel a sense of unreality.

With war raging abroad, he lay in his dorm room scrolling through his phone, his biggest worry being what to eat for dinner.

"We still have to thank our motherland."

"Without a strong motherland, how could I slack off like this every day?"

As the words fell, countless people across the heavens and across the ages heard them simultaneously.

A powerful motherland.

These words made Ying Zheng sit up straight and fall into deep thought.

He had already seen through it; the guy in the sky wasn't some immortal at all, but some future youth.

What immortal would look so lazy?

He spends all his time lying on the tatami mat, hugging a glowing black box and grinning foolishly, unwilling to even leave the house.

What Ying Zheng cared about even more was that exclamation.

The Qin Dynasty swept across the six kingdoms, its military might was invincible, and all the feudal lords of the world bowed down to it. In terms of military prowess, it could be said to have reached the pinnacle.

But among the common people of Qin, who would lie on their couch and sincerely marvel at the power of Qin, which had protected their peace?

No.

The Qin Dynasty swept across the six states by force, but the people only submitted to the sword and were not truly loyal.

If faced with external enemies, Ying Zheng was unsure whether the Qin people were willing to die for their country.

"Someone, write these words down."

Ying Zheng instructed his attendants that there must be something about the Qin Dynasty that was worth emulating in the governance strategies of later generations.

If he can find a way, he will surely be able to make the Qin state last for ten thousand years!

……

Lu Li lay on the bed for another afternoon, his limbs stretched out, his whole body like a lump of mud.

Until the dormitory door was pushed open, my roommate Meng Cheng walked in, carrying hot water that he had just brought back.

"Master Lu, still cultivating? How about going out for a meal tonight?"

"No, I don't have the money. I'll just order takeout."

"Stop ordering takeout! A new hot pot restaurant just opened near the school, and they're having a 40% off sale. Want to come?"

Lu Li, who was lying there like a corpse just a second ago, sat up with a jolt, put on his coat, and rushed out:

"Let's go, let's go! We'll have to wait in line if we're late!"

The two walked arm in arm along the tree-lined path towards the school gate.

As Lu Li's perspective shifted, the view of the sky suddenly opened up.

boom!

Throughout history, it was as if a thunderbolt had been dropped into the minds of all the ancient people.

What kind of scene was that?

The towering buildings pierce the sky, their smooth surfaces shimmering with iridescent colors in the night.

Pedestrians came and went on both sides of the street, dressed in all kinds of clothes, looking relaxed and walking leisurely.

Throughout the land, from kings and nobles to commoners, everyone was dumbfounded.

Without city walls or market restrictions, the buildings are so tall that even birds cannot reach them.

……

When Lu Li and Meng Cheng walked into the hot pot restaurant, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Is this a place to eat?

A crystal chandelier hangs from the dome, its light dazzling.

The ground was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting people's images clearly.

The tables and chairs were arranged neatly, and the diners chatted and laughed.

If restaurants are built like this, then the emperor's residence must have to fly to the sky.

Zhu Yuanzhang's mind was buzzing, and before he could even process what was happening, the waiter brought the hot pot to the table.

The copper pot bubbled and churned, the rich aroma of meat mixed with a spicy scent, seemingly able to penetrate a screen of light.

Zhu Yuanzhang subconsciously swallowed.

"Biao'er, look at that pot, why is it red? What did you put in it?"

Zhu Biao had no idea what it was, and could only shake his head with a wry smile.

Empress Ma looked at her husband's greedy expression and couldn't help but laugh. She whispered:

"Perhaps they added some spices; it smells quite delicious."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the sky, then looked down at the dinner in front of him.

To demonstrate frugality, tonight's dinner consists of boiled cabbage, stewed tofu, and two dishes of duck meat.

It's not terrible, but compared to others it's a bit...

Inside the hot pot restaurant, Lu Li was discussing the menu with Meng Cheng.

"Beef tripe, beef aorta, and duck intestines—let's start with the usual three."

"And another shrimp paste and tender beef, please."

"That's enough, that's enough, it's just the two of us." Meng Cheng quickly stopped him.

While waiting for the food, Lu Li habitually took out his phone again.

"Seriously, bro? You're going to be scrolling through the dishes while we're waiting for the food to arrive?"

Meng Cheng looked helpless. "Aren't you bored watching these short videos every day?"

"Hehe." Lu Li waved his phone smugly. "Boring? How can making money be boring?"

"Making money? How much can you earn by watching short videos?"

Lu Li chuckled, withdrew another fifty yuan to WeChat, and continued watching videos.

The moment the headline appeared in his eyes, he almost laughed his phone away.

How to quickly distinguish between Zhu Yuanzhang and a mango?

On the dome screen, the screen is divided in two by a vertical line.

On the left is a widely circulated image of Zhu Yuanzhang with unusual features—

A protruding chin, elongated cheeks, and a face covered in freckles, with features squeezed together, commonly known as a "pig kidney face."

On the right is a bright yellow, plump mango.

If one doesn't look closely, especially to people from ancient times who knew nothing about mangoes...

The two actually do bear a striking resemblance in their outlines.

"puff--"

Inside the main hall of Yingtianfu, Zhu Gang was the first to break down in laughter.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Shuang covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling.

Zhu Di managed to hold back—though his face was already flushed red.

All eyes cautiously turned to the person on the dragon throne.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face went through four stages in three seconds: bewilderment, confusion, understanding, and rage.

"Who drew this?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that he trembled all over, and his face turned as red as a pig's liver.

His chest heaved violently, and his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked.

"Don't let us find out who you are! Otherwise, we'll tear you to pieces and grind your bones to dust!!"

This is no longer a joke; it's a blatant personal attack!

Empress Ma was amused and quickly tried to appease him, saying, "Chongba, calm down. Why bother arguing over a piece of fruit?"

Despite saying that, Empress Ma glanced at the two comparison photos and couldn't help but break down.

She turned her face away, pretending to straighten her sleeves, but the smile on her lips just wouldn't go away.

"You're still laughing!" Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at Empress Ma. "You're laughing too!"

"I wasn't laughing. I was wondering what that yellow fruit was and whether it was edible."

"you--"

Zhu Biao quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Father, please calm down. This must be some ignorant person's random scribbles; it shouldn't be taken seriously!"

That's what they said, but Zhu Yuanzhang was so frustrated he was about to vomit blood.

He was a strong-willed person all his life and hated being looked down upon.

As a result, the sky is full of surprises. First, there was pig's trotters, and now there's this mango thing!

"Someone, deliver my decree!" Old Zhu gasped, "Order the palace painters to immediately create several hundred portraits of me! Paint them exactly as I look now!"

"Then distribute them to every state and prefecture across the country, so everyone can see clearly what we really look like!"

He absolutely could not allow that ugly image on the sky to become the image that would be passed down through the ages!

Chaos erupted in the palace, while the common people were already laughing their heads off.

"Hahaha, this person is so mean, daring to compare an emperor to fruit?"

"This is called a mango? It looks so yellow, I wonder if it tastes good?"

"I've never seen it before. It's probably something from the south; we don't have it in the north."