Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 147 Ding Yi's Experiment

Crisis Era 88 (Great Depression 1 year) (2095)
Someone found Luo Qing carrying a hoe and frantically digging at Mach 120.

Any faster and it won't work; the air blast will rupture people's eardrums.

In less than a minute, Luo Qing had already plowed 30000 mu of land. All that was left was for the helicopter to sow soybean seeds from the air.

"Phew, I really should find a cultivator from the Spirit Plant Vein to learn how to farm beforehand." Luo Qing wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead. The American president, who had just arrived, quickly handed him a bottle of mineral water. The mineral water seemed to have been drunk from before, but Luo Qing didn't mind and gulped it down.

"Thank you for your hard work." The US president stood on tiptoe, trying to take the hoe off Luo Qing's body, but unexpectedly, he suddenly turned into a sword, shook off the dirt, and disappeared back into the quantum world.

Beyond the American farms, there are 100,000 spirit swords scattered throughout the world, performing tasks such as cultivating land, planting trees, digging ditches and canals, building houses, constructing water conservancy projects, assisting with infrastructure construction, and mining and blasting mountains.

Humans have become quite familiar with these 100,000 spirit swords. The production efficiency of these spirit swords, when used individually, is no less than that of a large-scale engineering machine. For example, wheat harvesting can be done with a single sweep of the sword light, while humans are responsible for picking up the harvested grains, which saves a lot of effort.

Although I really don't want to be a human babysitter, but...

You wouldn't want 3 billion people to starve to death during a major downturn, would you?

According to MOSS's precise calculations, humanity would indeed fall into a severe famine. However, it did not anticipate that Luo Qing would personally cultivate the land and store enough food to last for a year. During this year, Luo Qing cultivated the land at an extremely high efficiency, and the amount of food produced should be just enough for humanity to eat.

Famine throughout history has not been caused by insufficient food production, but by unequal distribution. Even in the worst years of disaster in Chinese history, the food was distributed equally and not too many people starved to death.

The problem of distribution is the root cause of the collapse of all human systems.

But under Luo Qing, grain was distributed according to the weight of each person's grain, based on their body weight. With him around, everyone, from the president to ordinary citizens, received the same rations. Anyone who dared to indulge in the extravagance of the rich and poor while the poor froze to death on the streets would be executed by Luo Qing.

Although the "iron rice bowl" system has many drawbacks, it can withstand crises in critical moments.

Faced with a major slump, Luo Qing flipped through history books in an attempt to find a solution. He soon found the answer, and the wall-facer's eyes lit up.

Luo Qing imitated him and issued a new Wallfacer plan.

With the Wallfacer personally leading the way in farming, no one dared to question this order.

Aside from a few groups such as engineers, scientists, young students, politicians at the leadership level, and the Space Force.

What? You're a nobleman? A Brahmin? A tycoon? A high-ranking official? A university president? A Nobel laureate in literature? So you can't do farm work?

If they can't do farm work, they go to work on industrial assembly lines tightening screws.

What? You don't want to do anything?

Look at the sword in my hand and say it again?
If you dare to write articles/create paintings/give speeches, secretly playing the "scar literature" approach to opposing the Wallfacer Project, and I find out, you're as good as dead.

I'll chop it into minced meat with one stroke. Forget about different grades like ten pounds of lean meat, ten pounds of fatty meat, or ten pounds of tender cartilage. I'll just chop it into minced meat at the molecule level.

Seeing that humans themselves are also striving for progress, Luo Qing felt quite content being a nanny.

After drinking the water handed to him by the US president, Luo Qing asked:
"Why did you come here? Aren't you very busy?"

He glanced again at the petite American president.

Unsurprisingly, this year should be her final year in office. Eight years as president have matured this American president considerably. In Luo Qing's opinion, this white-haired president has done a fairly good job among all the presidents. Much better than Dugan. The American political arena is already considering carving out a seventh presidential portrait for her on Mount Rushmore.

Luo Qing felt a little strange about the idea of ​​a young and beautiful white cat-eared president mixed in with the heads of those six old men.

"I'm not busy anymore. The next US president has already been elected. She's a strong, robust, traditional-style American rural woman from the Golden Age. I've already started to slowly hand over my duties. The people don't like me anymore~" the US president said self-deprecatingly. "Aesthetics always change with the times, and so does the president in a popular vote. Don't be sad. Compared to previous presidents, you've done a very good job." Luo Qing patted the US president on the shoulder.

Feeling encouraged by the person facing the wall, the latter closed his eyes contentedly.

"Why are you closing your eyes? I'm asking you, what brings you here?" Luo Qing flicked the other person's finger lightly.

"Yes, yes, it's like this, do you know Dr. Ding Yi?" The US president, having recovered his composure, said with a serious expression.

"I know, hasn't he been busy restoring Einstein's Equator lately?"

"That's the matter," the US president said seriously. "As you know, because the controlled nuclear fusion facility in low Earth orbit was locked, humanity has been facing a power shortage for the past year. Now, we've finally managed to unlock part of the controlled nuclear fusion facility and barely managed to supply power. But then Dr. Ding Yi—"

"What?!"

"He actually used his influence to arbitrarily intercept civilian electricity being transmitted from space to various countries and connected it all to Einstein's equator."

"I know Ding Yi. He's a bit stubborn and inflexible. Didn't you try to stop him?"

“It’s been blocked.” The US president wrinkled his small nose and said, “Dr. Ding Yi said he would give him three days, after which he would return the electricity to the countries. But there is a lot of opposition from the public, and the countries are not very willing. That’s why I came to ask for your opinion, after all, Dr. Ding Yi is your friend.”

Luo Qing thought about it for a moment and realized that taking up only three days was not a big deal, after all, they had been doing it this way for a year.

But why was Ding Yi in such a hurry?
Break the Sophon blockade?

They can't even manage to cultivate all the land, so why bother with Zhizi?

But the public really needs an explanation. After all, people have been eagerly awaiting electricity for three days, and it's unreasonable to have it cut off for three days.

"Never mind, I'll go find him."

“I’ll go with you,” the US president said.

"Why are you going with me? It'll be much faster for me to fly there myself. If I go with you, we'll have to take a plane."

"Einstein's Equator is the result of the joint efforts of all countries. If Dr. Ding Yi's experiment is indeed very important, then I will help to appease the other countries. After all, to be honest, it won't make a difference if we go for three more days. But I still have to go and see."

Luo Qing thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll ride on your Air Force One private jet. I kind of miss it."

"Air Force One has been sent to spread fertilizer. Would you like to take a ride on an old Boeing 911? Do you mind?"

“I don’t mind, but it’s troublesome.” Luo Qing clicked his tongue, reached out and picked up a broadsword, then guided the American president to step on it gently.

"Little White, fly steadily. The President is just a mortal."

The gruff voice of the White Emperor Holy Sword chuckled, "Sword Master, this must be the second time you've led someone to fly on your sword, right?"

"A first time? Male or female?" The US president covered his mouth and asked in surprise.

[White Emperor Holy Sword]: "Naturally, it was a woman. It was a stormy day when the sword master, a novice swordsman, encountered her on the road..."

"Little Bai, do you want to die?" Luo Qing's sinister voice rang out.

(End of this chapter)